The Crimsonscale Treasured Wagon had already driven off and vanished at the end of the road, only leaving Chen Xi alone on the spot, and he looked around into his surroundings, yet was unable to find anything related to Firecrow Town.

The surroundings of this place were covered in luxuriant bushes and yellow and green weeds that swayed with the wind, it was a vast wilderness, and he was entirely unable to see where exactly Firecrow Town was.

Fortunately, his Divine Sense was sufficiently strong. After searching for a while in the nearby area of a few thousand kilometers, he finally noticed a wooden plaque concealed within a bush.

The wooden plaque was utterly decayed and hung on a rotten tree branch, and it was of similar color as the weeds in the surroundings, causing it to be really difficult to notice unless one searched carefully.

Only two crooked and twisted words were written on the wooden plaque — Firecrow Town.

Chen Xi leaped over to arrive before the wooden plaque and after looking at it for a good while, he swung his hand to chop out before him. A fierce wind that was like a sharp blade shot out from his palm and swept out horizontally, and the thick weeds nearby that were as tall as a man were chopped into half.

A winding little path appeared before his eyes.

As time flows by, plants grow and wither. These weeds have instead concealed the...