After flying through the mountains for over two hours, Chen Lin finally spotted a small village.
He hesitated, then landed on its outskirts and stood watching.
Only after a long wait did he see two burly men dressed in beast skins emerge from the village.
Both were crimson all over, even their hair, and they were far taller and larger than ordinary humans.
Chen Lin considered for a moment. Instead of approaching them to ask questions, he used his Stealth Technique and followed at a distance.
After trailing them for a while, he shook his head, turned, and left.
He discovered that the language they spoke was neither any language he knew nor Taixu Script.
They were not cultivators, either. If he approached to question them, not only would communication be impossible, but he might also expose his presence.
He therefore decided to find a settlement inhabited by ordinary humans before making inquiries.
Leaving the village behind, Chen Lin continued onward.
After traveling at low altitude for another two hours or so, he abruptly stopped, darted into a mountain fissure, and used a Soul Secret Art to conceal his aura.
Several streaks of light then swept across the sky, their presence imposing.
Chen Lin's expression tightened.
Though they flashed past in an instant, he had seen them clearly: within the streaks of light were those "Wood Tribe people" in emerald armor.
Without question, they had come out to capture him.
Judging by the scale of their movements, quite a few had been dispatched.
Chen Lin suppressed his aura to the utmost. Only after the streaks of light had gone far away did he poke his head out to look around, his expression grim.
These nonhumans had caught up so quickly that he clearly had not teleported very far and was