Jiang Liu looked back reluctantly at the West Mountain Range behind him. Sigh! What a wonderful place to cultivate! Why couldn't it raise a few more mid-grade exotic beasts?
For three whole days, he hadn't found a single mid-grade exotic beast. Jiang Liu had no choice but to leave the West Mountain Range. Besides, he had stayed in these mountains for nearly three months. If he remained any longer, he was afraid he might develop agoraphobia.
His strength was also about to enter the Seventh Grade, so he should at least have a little ability to protect himself! Even Hao Rutian, whose strength had been so poor, had dared to run around everywhere before. Surely he couldn't be worse than him!
If Hao Rutian knew that, after cultivating for most of his life, Jiang Liu had judged his strength to be so poor, would he be angered to death?
Although Qian Luoying, a Sixth Grade, had also been beaten to a pulp, that didn't stop him from dominating Cloud Sun City before! So he still had to come out and test the waters!
With the idea of finding some small faction to bully, Jiang Liu left the West Mountain Range. He passed through a long, narrow gorge and walked dozens of li farther before finally seeing smoke rising in the distance.
When he approached, he saw a small village with roughly thirty households. Every family had wild-beast pelts hanging in front of its door. It was a hunting village that made its living by hunting.
Jiang Liu walked to the first house and knocked on the door. Before long, a woman's voice came from inside. "Who is it?"
"Creak!" The door opened. A middle-aged woman dressed in coarse hemp clothes appeared, wiping the water from her hands on her clothing.