About eighty kilometers from Baiqiu Village.
A man in a gray hiking suit, carrying a large backpack and with a helmet and mask on, was rapidly moving along the winding road towards Baiqiu Village.
The road was desolate and silent, stretching endlessly like a thin gray-white line deep into the forest.
The man walked for a while, stopped to carve a triangular mark on a tree with a small knife, and then looked around the environment.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Suddenly, he heard someone's footsteps slowly approaching from behind.
He spun around, but saw nothing.
"Tch, it's this damned thing again."
The man reached up to remove his backpack, hung it on a nearby branch, then swiftly climbed up a large tree, retrieved the backpack, and unzipped it.
With a rustle, he pulled out a large dark green cover and enveloped himself entirely within it.
The moment he cloaked himself, he completely blended with the surrounding environment and vanished.
