Soil from the west.
Things connected to the west might be Northwest Soul-Calling and the Sacred Mountain on the Plateau.
After all, there had to be a limit to how far west one could go.
Besides, Professor Han had disappeared in Susu Prefecture. Lin Feng kept feeling that Professor Han should still be alive.
He had seen what Teacher Xun could do.
Lin Feng had no idea what Professor Han had actually learned.
But he knew Teacher Xun would not die that easily, and by the same token, he probably would not let his disciple die so quickly either.
There was still a chance to save him.
Going out of his way to rescue him was one thing.
But if he could lend a hand along the way, he should.
Kindness and compassion were the name of the game.
Please call me the God of lending a hand.
Before entering the game, Lin Feng examined the Bronze Markings on his body once again.
So far, the Bronze Markings had done him no harm.
Quite the opposite. Ever since they appeared, Lin Feng had noticed that the bronze benefited him enormously.
That held true in every respect.
His flesh and internal organs, for example.
He had a simple way to test it: he could condense wind into a solid form using Lower Seventh Rank Qi Condensation and slash himself with it.
It did not leave so much as a bloody scratch.
There was no need to heal.
That was already decidedly inhuman.
His next test was even more inhuman.
He had not tried bullets; those were too hard to get hold of. Instead, he acquired a War Bow, an English War Bow with a hundred-and-fifty-pound draw weight. From five meters away, his buddy drew it and shot him in the thigh.