「Deep into the night.」
After traveling through the Death Forest for a full two hours, Wang Zhan finally found a place to hide.
It was a large tree, about four or five meters in diameter. On the trunk, about seven or eight meters above the ground, there was a tree hole just large enough for one person to pass through.
Wang Zhan climbed through the tree hole and, after expanding its area slightly, created a perfect hiding spot.
Hidden inside the tree hole, listening to the occasional roars of beasts echoing from the forest beyond, his constantly tense mood finally relaxed somewhat.
First, he took out the map from his bosom. After contemplating for a moment, he resisted his curiosity and did not open it.
Giving this map to the human encampment outside the Death Forest, to General Qin... Wang Zhan thought of the last words of the Martial Artist he had encountered.
