Although he had moved to the County Town a month or so ago, this was his first time entering the mountains from this side.
White Marten, however, displayed an extraordinary familiarity with these woods.
After they entered the mountains, White Marten kept leaping from tree to tree. Perhaps because the little creature disliked contact with other people, while avoiding dangers in the mountains, White Marten also instinctively led Zhao Er away from other martial artists who had ventured in.
As a result, they often took detours and roundabout routes, but this also saved Zhao Er a great deal of trouble. At least as they made their way deeper into the Mountain Range, he never encountered another martial artist.
Still, Zhao Er was already moving slowly through the woods, and all these detours added considerably to the distance they traveled.
White Marten remained lively throughout. Entering the Mountain Range was like coming home; the little creature kept scouting ahead, then returning to check whether Zhao Er had gone astray, without the slightest hint of impatience.
Zhao Er was in no hurry either. His first priority in entering the mountains was to ensure his safety; hunting came second.
And so, after setting out that afternoon, Zhao Er walked for the entire afternoon, and before long, darkness fell.
This was Zhao Er's first time spending the night in the Mountain Range. He had originally intended to find somewhere to rest for a while and set out again at daybreak.
Yet White Marten grew increasingly excited as night fell. Seeing this, Zhao Er abandoned his plan to stop there and continued following White Marten onward.
This time, Zhao Er walked for the entire night. With White Marten leading the way, he encountered no other unusual beasts or dangers during the journey.
They did run