But no matter who it was.
As long as they could return safely, they would be overjoyed.
That was why.
When Ding Ling arrived at the edge of the Black Forest, he could only see a few scattered figures.
Most of them carried herb baskets on their backs or held bows and arrows. They were hunters entering the forest.
There were not many of them.
But every one of them was extremely brave, and there was no shortage of people willing to risk their lives.
Seeing that Ding Ling was so young and dressed in splendid clothes, yet was entering the Black Forest just like them, they could not help exchanging glances and muttering to themselves. Could this fellow have something wrong with his head? Had he lived too comfortably and come here looking for excitement?!
But they did not dare say it outright.
They were simply too poor and down-and-out. They had almost no opportunity to come into contact with young masters in their daily lives, so their first close encounter brought them nothing but curiosity, sidelong glances, silent curses, jealousy, envy, and admiration...
It could be said that ordinary people's feelings toward those in the upper classes were extremely complicated. Some wanted to draw close, flatter them, and try to soar to the heavens in one leap;
Others were jealous and disdainful, believing that the upper classes merely preyed on the common people;
But once they truly drew close to Ding Ling, they could not help feeling inferior.
It was only because Ding Ling's aura was so otherworldly and his appearance so handsome that he was someone they had never seen in their lives.
Compared with rough men like them,
Ding Ling seemed like someone who had walked out of the Immortal Palace!
The more they looked