Wang Chen glanced back at the small valley where he had lived for over a month, then once again set off on an unknown journey without hesitation.
For the time being, he could not return to the familiar Anyang City. He had no idea where he could go now, so he could only take one step at a time and keep moving in the same direction. Sooner or later, he would make his way out of these vast mountains.
Wang Chen chose to head east.
Unlike the bedraggled state he had been in when he had first arrived, Wang Chen had now not only perfectly mastered his new body, but also raised his cultivation to the Warrior Realm.
His Physique had grown stronger, his movements more agile, and his endurance had improved greatly.
As he crossed mountains and ridges and traveled through dense forests, Wang Chen moved as if on level ground, far faster than before.
Along the way, he encountered some animals, such as spotted deer and wild boars.
Wang Chen let them all go without killing them.
It was not until a low roar sounded that his interest was truly piqued.
Following the sound, Wang Chen quickly discovered a striped tiger tearing into a fawn in the dense woods ahead.
The poor fawn had clearly just been killed by the tiger. It lay motionless on the ground, blood still gushing from its neck.
The striped tiger possessed extremely keen hearing, and Wang Chen had made no effort to conceal his movements. Thus, the tiger noticed him the moment he appeared, immediately abandoning the deer carcass and assuming a guarded stance.
The tiger crouched low, its pair of ferocious eyes fixed on the uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared. A warning growl rumbled from its throat, while its tail