The scent in the forest was the same fragrant aroma.
A rich peach fragrance.
However, the scent of this milky white object, although similar to peach, lacked the inherent sweetness of real peaches.
In fact, it smelled even fresher than peach, with a refreshing quality that invigorated the senses.
After a few sniffs, Chen Yan immediately felt a surge of energy, and his spirits lifted significantly. Latest content publıshed on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵
He even felt physically stronger.
Chen Yan took out a spare sealed bag, wrapped the several-meter-long root tendrils around the milky white block, and packed it inside the bag.
The aroma was too strong, so it was best to seal it for transport, to avoid attracting unnecessary trouble.
After another day and a half of walking, considering the time, there was only half a day left until his scheduled teleportation.
Chen Yan felt reassured and relieved, almost entirely!
In the final few hours, he decided not to continue walking—it was already far enough, and walking a few more hours wouldn’t make much difference.
By his calculation, he was now at least three or four hundred miles from the Evil Land Mountain mining area.
For the past seven days, he had been eating cold food. Since he wasn’t planning to move further, Chen Yan decided to take out a pack of self-heating rice from his bag. He poured water into the heating layer, waiting for the heat pack to gradually release its warmth.
Minutes later, steam rose from the lunchbox—although, anyone who has tried prepackaged food knows the deal, but Chen Yan, having eaten cold food for days, couldn’t help but feel invigorated once again!
He was just about to pick up his chopsticks to lift the lid...
Suddenly, Chen Yan’s face changed dramatically!
The wind in the forest carried a slight sound, distinctly footsteps on the ground—light and steady!
Most importantly, the sound vanished as soon as it appeared!
The other party had discovered him!
Then, they had deliberately hidden their footsteps!!
Once Chen Yan quickly assessed the situation, he put down the lunchbox, and swiftly climbed a peculiar tree behind him!
He hid within the tree canopy, first bringing out a gun to hang in front of his chest, while simultaneously opening his recurve bow, nocking an arrow, slowing his breath, and quietly observing below...
Less than a minute later...
A figure slowly emerged from the forest.
Evidently, the person had been hiding initially, but for some reason, upon seeing Chen Yan’s abandoned lunchbox on the ground, they boldly stepped out from behind a tree, walking directly beneath the canopy.
He gave the lunchbox a gentle kick, then looked up, scanning his surroundings...
A pair of bright eyes fixed accurately on the spot where Chen Yan was hiding in the treetop!
He pointed a long sword towards the canopy above.
"Wang Chuyi, my friend! What a coincidence we meet here!"
Chen Yan sighed, drawing the arrow, the tip aimed at the man’s head.
"Golden Armor, my friend, friends or foes, why don’t we decide first?"
The one standing below was indeed Golden Armor!
Golden Armor wasn’t in the best condition.
His clothes were stained with blood, his right arm was bandaged but the wounds still showed signs of bleeding.
Especially a blade wound on his shoulder that extended likely to his back.
His face was stubbly, dirty, and clearly worn out.
Yet his eyes remained astonishingly bright.
After a few seconds of eye contact, Golden Armor, seemingly after some thought, slowly lowered his sword.
"Forget it, although we both tricked each other at the mine, at least we both escaped—being fellow human cultivators, let’s call it fate!"
With that, he threw the sword into the ground, looked up, and sneered at Chen Yan: "Wang Chuyi, come down and rest a bit, let’s chat."
He then took a step back, increasing the distance between himself and the sword.