"Gather enough resources, then leave as soon as possible. We'd already made a profit on this trip."
With his mind made up, Fang Yuan's figure became even more elusive amid the snowy forest. He deliberately avoided the direction that previous group had taken,
and slipped toward another valley where he remembered medicinal herbs might grow.
There was no harm in being careful.
Fang Yuan did not choose to keep risking a journey through the night. Instead, he stopped in a sheltered mountain hollow at higher ground with a relatively broad view.
He carefully surveyed the surroundings and, only after confirming there were no signs of recent activity by large creatures, began setting up a temporary camp.
This time, he was especially cautious.
Not only did he use dead branches and thick cloth to build a more concealed shelter, but within several dozen paces around it,
he also used ropes, withered vines, and sharpened wooden stakes to set up five or six simple yet effective warning traps.
These traps were not meant to injure anything. They only needed to make enough noise to alert him if someone or a large beast approached.
The cold wind howled through the night, and pellets of snow occasionally rattled against the shelter.
Fang Yuan did not fall deeply asleep, maintaining the vigilance a martial artist should have.
Because he knew those things would be coming soon!
Little Purple Sable curled up in his arms, snuggling close for warmth.
Inside the shelter in the mountain hollow, the fire had burned down to a layer of dark-red embers, with a few sparks occasionally bursting out with a crackle.
Outside, the mountain wind blew fiercely, letting out a shrill, mournful wail.
Little Purple Sable was curled up in Fang Yuan's arms, its fluffy tail tightly wrapped around his