A gust of wind blew lightly across the hill top, sending the towering trees swaying as their crowns rustled noisily.
The originally hostile environment of the untraversed Shennongjia had now been turned into such a large campsite. This image gave one a feeling of surrealism as they looked upon the distinct contrast.
About half a beat later, the two finally regained their senses and followed Bei Feng down the hill.
The sky was getting darker and they had to hurry if they wanted to reach the campsite by nightfall. Throughout the journey down, they could not help but get the feeling that they would be left behind if they could not catch up!
After some time, they finally reached the campsite. It was rather dark now, so nobody recognized Bei Feng.
Back at his own camp, Bei Feng took out his cooking equipment and some normal ingredients and passed them to the two to make dinner.