Waited for about ten minutes.
Just as Chen Wen was yawning, hoofbeats gradually came from a distance.
Following the sound, Chen Wen saw a very strong man.
He had a watchful gaze, riding a horse, with two very robust Tibetan mastiffs following behind him.
"Is this the adult from that little girl's family?"
Chen Wen muttered, slowly stood up.
He planted the long spear into the ground beside him, spreading his hands to indicate he had no hostile intent.
Seeing Chen Wen's actions, Zhaxi Duntu furrowed his brows slightly.
The other party... didn't seem like a poacher.
After all, no poacher would boldly process a bighorn sheep's skull into a helmet and wear it on his head.
This person seemed more like...
Zhaxi Duntu's eyes flickered, as if recalling something.
Soon, he remembered the group he had an agreement with, judging by the time, it was about time for their survival challenge again.
But Zhaxi Duntu didn't rashly approach Chen Wen.
