This time, Lady Luck seemed to finally be on his side.
After waiting for a mere two days, a Level 4 Transport Insect, slightly smaller than the one he had first encountered, stumbled into this dense forest alone and began to feast ravenously.
Qin Feng's mind instantly settled.
He had learned everything from his last failure, concealing his presence to an incredible degree.
He didn't rush to get close. Instead, he hung back at a distance, observing.
He carefully avoided the fungi that looked ordinary but could be pheromone alarms. He did his utmost to bypass shadowy corners where Insect Race sentinels might be lurking.
He stalked it through the dim underworld for a full half-month.
During that half-month, he came to understand the transport insect's movement patterns, resting habits, and even the rhythm of its every breath with perfect clarity.
