Zhou Yang hummed a little tune. Though sharp twinges of pain still flared from the wound on his right calf from time to time, he hardly cared anymore. The haul from this trip was immensely substantial.
On the way back, he relied on his compass for a good stretch of the trek. But having realized earlier that he was lost, he had grown wiser, leaving a mark every short distance he covered. Once he finally navigated out of that area, the compass resumed working normally.
Watching the needle rotate smoothly, Zhou Yang reasoned that the magnetic field back there must have been warped. *Tsk, it really feels like that leopard was sent by the mountain forests to claim my life,* he mocked himself with a wry chuckle.
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