Not a word spoken all night.
The next morning, Chen Wen emerged from the shelter with a full spirit.
He woke up early, as the sky was just beginning to brighten.
The Golden Eagle and Snow Leopard were still resting.
Chen Wen had no intention of calling them, as they couldn't be of help in hunting wild yaks.
He took the long spear and the tools he had made earlier, removed the sheep hide from the rock, and grabbed a chunk of dried yak dung.
Chen Wen felt the hunting tools were nearly ready.
He took a deep breath, donned the sheep helmet, and with a determined look, left the valley like a warrior of ancient human tribes.
...
Chen Wen's hunt for yaks was no small feat.
Qu Yong, holding a cup of strong green tea, sat early in front of the computer screen.
Besides, he was also keeping real-time communication with Liu Yu.
Both were watching Chen Wen's situation.
On one hand, they were concerned about Chen Wen, worried he might encounter trouble.
