"So, these indigenous people are the real enemies of this trial."
Upon realizing this, Jeming heightened his vigilance.
Instead of relying on the Talisman Witchcraft for high-speed flight, he focused more on stealth, moving solely on foot.
Finally, during one of his ventures into the valley, Jeming spotted them from a distance.
It was a group of about twenty people, dressed in coarse animal hides and bark.
Each of them moved swiftly as they hunted a magical beast as large as a van.
Jeming silently floated into the treetops, concealing himself while observing these people from afar.
"Interesting... they're not savage, are they?"
Jeming quickly noticed something was amiss. Although their appearance resembled a primitive society, the weapons the indigenous people held were genuine metal products.
From their interaction, he could tell they had a complete language and were capable of releasing techniques that seemed somewhat rudimentary to him.
