Every year, how many lords venture into the Wilderness for exploration, and only a handful manage to return?
Trying to establish a foothold in the perilous Wilderness is almost as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
Jem mentally prepared himself from the day Lear left Lorand City.
But he never expected to see him again.
And judging by his appearance, it seems he's made significant achievements in the Wilderness.
"Lear... sir... you must have encountered quite a few hardships in the Wilderness, right?"
Jem had countless words in his heart, but in the end, he didn't know what to say and could only utter a polite remark in a low voice.
Upon hearing this address, Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Uncle Jem, just call me by my name..."
"I faced many difficulties, but I overcame them all."
It was just a bit of hardship...
It sounds easy, but with the high mortality rate of the Pioneer Lords, how can it possibly be simple?
Jem sighed deeply and said somewhat woodenly.
