After clearing the dead leaves and waterweeds from his submerged bamboo basket, he continued on in the direction the wolf pack had gone.
As he ventured deeper, vines snaked up the towering trees, seeming to whisper with the dense foliage as they jointly wove dark green curtains for the undergrowth below.
The scorching sunlight was carved up by the canopy, which stole the light from the ground. The occasional ray that escaped slipped through gaps in the treetops, landing in mottled patches on the damp earth and granting the life below a sliver of vitality.
The damp air was thick with the scent of earth and rotting leaves. Already soaked to the skin, Cheng Zongyang's steps were heavy and slow; he had to carefully avoid tangled roots and hidden mud pits with every move.
He had reaped considerable rewards along the way.
He'd dug up quite a few precious Medicinal Materials he recognized and had bagged over a dozen small game animals with his Bow and Arrow.
