In the desolate chain of mountains, there were almost no signs of human life.
People familiar with this place knew that this was a territory claimed by bandits. Normally, people didn’t dare to halt here. At the edges of the chain of mountains, halfway up a mountain, there was a large amount of rattans and wild grass, with the mountain cliffs behind them.
The strange thing was…
The rattans separated, and a head popped out from between them. This was a youth who was slightly fat and whose gaze was very innocent.
Raising his head, he looked towards the sky. It was late at night, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, making the entire world pitch black. Even Deities would only barely be able to see a few hundred meters away. The youth nodded slightly. “The weather today is excellent. It is time to head forward.”
“Swoosh!”
The youth transformed into a graceful gust of wind, heading towards the east silently. Soon, he had travelled thousands of kilometers.
