Gray mist hung thick, and rain poured in torrents.
On the third day of Hunting, heavy rain fell again. Countless martial academy disciples did not dare slacken.
They could only brave the downpour and continue searching for prey. To be honest, because everyone had rushed into the mountains at once,
the mountain's game had all been frightened deeper inside. But last night's wolf howl had made everyone deeply wary of whatever lay in those depths.
The closer they came, the unseen beasts of the deep mountains loomed over every competing disciple's heart like shadows.
Hunting had no designated boundaries, which meant they could choose to enter the deep mountains or remain here to hunt.
Duan Xuan avoided the main examination grounds and continued deeper in.
After crossing two great mountains, his view suddenly opened up.
Ahead was no longer mountainous terrain, but an incomparably flat plain.
Yet thick fog swirled everywhere, preventing him from seeing what lay upon the plain.
Duan Xuan marked out his route back, then followed a thorn-covered path and hurried downhill.
Along the way, he casually hunted a black marten inferior to the purple sable, as well as an ordinary white marten.
He used the rabbit meat he had caught to briefly replenish his strength.
As he walked, Duan Xuan unexpectedly discovered a narrow trail flattened by countless human footsteps.
Because of the rain, the footprints themselves had been washed clean, but the trampled thorns still proved that many people had passed through here.
"Looks like martial academy disciples discovered this place long ago!" Duan Xuan gave it no further thought. He covered his face and continued downward.
He had no idea how long he walked before the rain grew heavier and a fierce wind began to howl.
It severely hindered Duan Xuan's sight and hearing.