Seven days later.
Lu Zheng had just returned from Lin Wan's house in the morning, ordered spicy hot pot delivery for lunch, accompanied it with smoked fish and steamed buns, and then changed his clothes, pocketed some jerky, and traveled to ancient times.
"Whoosh!"
He appeared on the branch of an ancient tree, close to the ground, as high as two people.
"Squeak squeak squeak!"
As soon as he appeared, the two squirrels who were playing on the branch were startled, turned into two gray shadows, and darted into the forest.
Lu Zheng scanned around, and when he didn't see any predatory leopards or snakes on the trees, his body slightly relaxed.
He agilely jumped off the tree, took out his compass to confirm the direction, and then retrieved his foldable shovel, clearing away obstructing branches and shrubs as he walked.
Without stopping his steps, Lu Zheng's gaze continuously swept around in search.
