On top of the hill was a birch forest. The dense birch forest was filled with a lot of shrubs, some plains, some sea buckthorns, and a few wild walnut trees.
Yan Liqiang carried his bow on his back. With the dagger in his hand, he carefully cut his way through thistles and thorns on the hill. The vast place was filled with rolling hills and ravines. Although he saw the owl landed in here, he only realized after entering the area that looking for an owl or someone hidden here was akin to fishing for a needle in a pond, if not in the sea.
At times like this, the super vision Yan Liqiang had developed came in handy.
Under the illumination of the faint moon and starlight from the sky, ordinary people would see nothing but darkness on such terrain. Yet Yan Liqiang could still clearly see his surroundings with that minimal amount of light from the sky.
Yan Liqiang wandered around these hills for more than an hour.
