After the small group of humans left the Weeping Forest, they traveled westward along the empty path between the two dangerous regions. To their left was the Black Swamp, and to the right was the Weeping Forest.
As they continue to take this road, the distance between Black Swamp and Weeping Forest would gradually widen and lead them to an open field where their tribe lies.
Some distance behind their group, Leon darted from tree to tree nimbly like a monkey in following. Lumi floated by his side while matching his pace.
After hopping past a few Weeping Trees, Leon raised an eyebrow as he looked back.
"It doesn't seem like every tree has these ghastly faces popping out. I don't know whether my luck is just too good or what, hitting the jackpot on the first pick." Leon quietly muttered with a rueful smile.