On a lush green meadow, Carl was eating the food he brought with him, feeling extremely depressed.
Originally, given the speed of his mount, he would have arrived near the place where the natural phenomenon appeared by now.
Who would have thought he'd encounter a river mid-way, about dozens of meters wide. As for the depth, Carl didn't know, and he didn't dare to check the water rashly.
Seeing his path blocked and his beast not being a water-type, he had no choice but to take a detour.
This wasted a lot of time, and his beast was exhausted. Carl had to take a short break here before setting off again.
"What rotten luck, dammit!"
Carl took a large gulp of water, grumbling and cursing.
The night before entering the Green Valley Secret Realm, Carl had even piously burned incense and prayed for explosive luck and the chance to obtain treasures and opportunities!
But he didn't expect to have no luck at all; in fact, he was incredibly unlucky!
