Zhou Leng didn't enter the village; he took the path up the mountain, his figure disappearing into the dense forest.
Wang Boxiong sat in the car for a long time.
Entering the long-unseen cave, passing through the familiar large pine needle forest, seeing the white tree trunks like giant walls, Zhou Leng sighed softly in relief.
Scanning the surroundings, there were traces of Huang's presence.
"Hmm?"
Zhou Leng walked over to a Grandmaster-level barbell.
The lever of the demonized barbell was obviously bent and then pressed back by tremendous force, leaving the surface uneven.
"Surely it's Xiaoba's rough use..."
Zhou Leng leaned against the Frost Giant Tree, slowly recounting the events of recent days.
At the end, Zhou Leng softly muttered to himself.
"A bit tired..."
After speaking, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
Who knows how long passed, his face was damp.
He opened his eyes to see Huang, now a bit bigger, sticking out his tongue, licking his face noisily.
