West Mountain Pass.
At dusk, Zhang Yuan walked along the rugged path.
Behind him lay the rolling Taiwu Mountain Range.
This was Zhang Yuan's third day hunting in Taiwu Mountain, and he was about to leave the mountains for Xia Ruins.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan was carrying a large bundle on his back.
It looked like a fruitful harvest!
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his indifferent gaze fixed on the bushes by the roadside.
This was one of the entrances to Taiwu Mountain, frequently traveled by hunters and medicine gatherers, but with the impending darkness, it seemed rather remote and quiet.
Zhang Yuan shouted sternly, "Come out!"
His voice instantly broke the surrounding silence, startling several birds in the nearby mountains and forests.
But there was no response.
Zhang Yuan sneered coldly, "Last chance, I don't want to say it again."
