Bab 492: Chapter 489: Practice is the Key to the Gate of Truth (Seeking Monthly Pass)

Survival in the Banna Rainforest, night of the ninth day.

Inside the shelter, faint snores arose.

On a nearby earthen mound, a huge dark shadow slowly protruded from the bushes, gazing at the shelter for several minutes before a soft rustling sound of digging reached the air.

The snoring stopped.

Bi Fang opened his eyes, stared blankly at the canopy above, sat up, scratched his hair, picked up a dry stick that had been whittled into a fish-scale shape and dipped in oil, and lit it before stepping outside the fence.

Under the glow of the fire, the sound of digging abruptly ceased.

After gazing dumbfounded for a few minutes, Bi Fang sleepily reinstated the bamboo gate and threw the torch into the campfire.

He went back to sleep.

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Morning of the tenth day.

Sunlight shone in from outside the door.