"Argh... damn it!" An angry grunt echoed as a blade cut through the dense forest, slowly clearing a path covered in weeds.
The owner of that voice was a young man with short golden hair and blue eyes. His cloak was torn, and even underneath, his silver armor was in pieces, covered in putrid, blackened blood.
He had taken a bad route, facing a ton of monsters, fighting countless battles, and sinking knee-deep in blood.
But fortunately, it was all over.
He had reached his destination, and now, it wouldn't be long before he could finally take a hot shower.
On the horizon, he could already see the path that led to the cabin, and the moment he stepped onto it, he quickened his pace.
When he finally arrived, he opened the door without hesitation.
He couldn't help but frown when he saw Qingyi there, especially when he saw who was next to him, lovingly feeding him.
