"Do you need any help, old man?"
Lin Yuhan landed in front of the woodcutter.
The woodcutter before her seemed as if he had never cultivated, like an old man who had just set foot in hell.
Perhaps due to years of bearing heavy loads of wood, his Du Meridian was injured.
Thus, he moved with great difficulty.
The woodcutter put down the wood.
"No need to trouble you, this rough work doesn't suit you."
The woodcutter waved his hand, carrying the wood, enduring the pain in his back, trudging forward with difficulty.
Seeing this, Lin Yuhan could only wave her hand.
"Just ahead is the Blackwater Alliance."
She lifted her head to look far into the distance.
Due to her high cultivation, she could see things hundreds of miles away.
At this moment, standing among the pines, she could easily see the Blackwater Alliance.
