The party trudged onward with heavy steps, jolting along.
Gales swept up the yellow earth from the road. The sky darkened, and everything grew hazy.
Clearly, another downpour was about to arrive.
The people at the front bent at the waist and pushed into the gale, advancing step by step, each footfall leaving a deep footprint.
Zhang Long, the leader of the Revitalization Mercenary Corps, gazed at the sky, his expression full of worry.
This rain was a real fucking headache.
But even if it rained, they could only press on.
Otherwise, turning back now would mean all their earlier preparations had gone to waste. Not only would they lose a great deal of money, but they would also have to pay substantial compensation.
"The wayside lodge is up ahead! Pick up the pace, brothers, or we'll get drenched!" Zhang Long roared.
Naturally, there were no charitable lodges in Sunset Forest.
These so-called wayside lodges were built in Sunset Forest with money and labor pooled by several mercenary corps, providing resting places for mercenary corps and Rogue Persons venturing into the forest.
They contained food, firewood, medicine, and so on.
"There's no path ahead!"
Sunset Forest had a peculiar plant called "Thirteen Oak Trees."
These trees had short growth cycles, tenacious vitality, and reproduced quickly.
They took only a little over a month to grow from seedlings into trunks and spread out.
The abundant Spirit Qi also made all sorts of vegetation and shrubs flourish.
You might have come a month ago and memorized the surroundings and the path beneath your feet.
But when you returned a month later, everything would have taken on an entirely different appearance.
Thus, even veterans who had traveled through Sunset Forest countless times felt as though it were their first visit whenever they entered