Chen Yuan imagined the scene of protecting the forest alone. Perhaps it was trudging through the treacherous dense forest; or maybe it was a battle of wits and courage with a group of highly alert wild Pet Beasts.
But he had never imagined such a scene.
A group of Star Moon Deer, along with various little creatures mixed with Pet Beasts, gathered on the highland meadow, right next to the deep Crescent Lake, with the sound of the whistling wind continuously in his ears, and the snacks on the ground dwindling.
Another cold wind blew over, on this mountain over two thousand meters high, Chen Yuan tightened his clothes and then crossed his hands to make a pillow, lying comfortably on the meadow.
The sunlight wasn't dazzling, but the rays still shone on the green meadow in the midst of summer, bathing every little creature.
Some Star Moon Deer lowered their heads to eat grass, some nibbled on fruits, but most gathered around the increasingly dwindling Chip packets.
