In the mountain forest, Chen Chuan climbed the mountain alone, a machete in hand. He carried the Snow Monarch Blade and a bulging pack on his back.
It was nearly July, a season when the mountains teemed with poisonous snakes and insects. However, he was thoroughly prepared. He had brought plenty of insect repellent, applied a protective ointment, and wore a snag-proof overshirt, essentially giving himself full-body protection.
'Even though my Second Self can take the damage, I should still protect myself as much as possible. After all, the Second Self needs to be saved for the most critical moments.'
The mountain paths had not been traveled for many years and were long since overgrown and indistinct.
