Chapter 80: Aesthetics of Violence

Perhaps it was because a lot of people moved in and out of the forest, or because the area surrounding the forest did not have a lot of monsters, but the forest seemed very serene.

Upon entering the forest, visibility instantly decreased. The giant trees and lush greenery blocked out the sunlight.

The wind blew past. Leaves and branches weaved along. Gao Peng felt soft dried leaves and mud beneath his feet in every step.

It would be best if he gathered all the materials today because there were only three days of holiday left, today being the last.

If he failed to gather all the Wood Space Heart he needed, he would have to wait until the next Monday before he had time to go out again. That would delay things too much, and Gao Peng did not want to waste time.