The next day, the valley was still gloomy.
The cave from before had completely collapsed.
Looking at the cave, Chen Qinglin thought of the people buried inside.
I didn't kill Bo Ren, yet Bo Ren died because of me.
He raised both hands and gazed at his palms, a feeling in his heart too complex to put into words.
He turned to look behind him:
Everyone had gathered their belongings. Unlike before, when they had been numb with fear, their eyes now brimmed with hope for the life ahead.
"Let's set off!"
Deep within the forest.
A dense crowd was making its way forward.
Chen Qinglin had them carry the heads of the two Inner Qi Realm wolves, one at the front and one at the rear.
They would deter the fierce beasts and venomous insects in the forest. If any mutant beasts dared to bother them, he would deal with them himself.
However, this part of the forest was Blood Wolf's territory, so mutant beasts were rarely seen.
The occasional mutant beast they encountered went into his Storage Ring, becoming food for later.
It had to be said, Blood Wolf had no idea where the Storage Ring came from, but it had quite a lot of space.
It was a Human Tier High Grade Magic Tool, with an interior space of 1,000 cubic meters—a space ten meters long, wide, and high.
Among the Storage Rings belonging to those dozen or so people, there was also a Human-grade Mid-tier Magic Tool Storage Ring with 125 cubic meters of space. Not bad.
After walking for most of the day, Chen Qinglin stopped and looked up at the sky. Two Green Feather Eagles were circling above him.
He leaped out of the forest and landed on a treetop.
They seemed to have