Chen Lin observed the snowdrift while looking toward the large tree.
Judging by where the person in the snowdrift was focusing his attention, he had come for this tree. And since he was being so cautious, he surely was not a monster like the Woodcutter. That meant he was a cultivator.
Although Chen Lin felt his guess was almost certainly right, he did not approach and continued watching instead.
He waited for nearly three days.
Chen Lin began to wonder whether he had been mistaken and there was no one in the snowdrift at all. It had snowed continuously over the past few days, making the drift considerably taller, and the head had never emerged again.
But just as he was considering whether to test his suspicions, a muscular figure appeared in the distant wind and snow.
He was dressed much like the previous Woodcutter, but he was taller and had a more imposing presence.
Even the firewood saber in his hand gleamed much more brightly.
He quickly approached the tree, felled it with a few chops, and began cutting it into smaller pieces. After tying them into bundles, he carried them on a wooden pole and vanished into the wind and snow again.
Chen Lin silently memorized the direction he had left in, then looked toward the snowdrift.
Before long, the snowdrift shuddered, and a man wriggled out of it. Without a single unnecessary movement, he headed straight for the tree stump.
Chen Lin hesitated briefly but did not follow, choosing to keep watching.
This time, no other cultivator competed with the man. Upon reaching the stump, he immediately cleared away the surrounding snow, then took out an object and began digging beneath it.
But the soil was frozen, and he could not cast spells, making the digging extremely