Crawling out of the sleeping bag, Chen Yan gnawed on an energy bar and packed up his gear, strapping on his backpack.
His weapons were already fully equipped, with a long-handled axe in his right hand.
A recurve bow hung on his left shoulder, and ten arrows were placed in the quiver at his waist.
"If only I had a hunting dog with me, it would greatly enhance our safety..."
Chen Yan mused to himself, and a slight smile appeared on his face.
Even if there wasn't a hunting dog, if Big White were here, it would undoubtedly be better. In such an environment, the scent and sharpness of a beast could provide significant help.
Unconsciously, Chen Yan hadn't noticed the change in his mindset.
During the ten days he returned to the real world, his life was uneventful and routine. In fact, even he hadn't realized that his attitude towards life in the real world had turned passive and complacent.
It seemed that the real world could no longer ignite much interest or passion in him.