The fleeing warrior did not leave Greenland Forest. Instead, he returned to a temporary shelter built by adventurers within the forest. This was where he had always sold stolen goods.0

“Hey, isn’t that Da Meng? What’s with the ragged clothes? Did someone rob him?” The black merchants loitering near the entrance jeered and whispered among themselves when they spotted him.0

Da Meng ignored their taunts and headed straight for the innermost part of the shelter. A large, well-renovated house stood there, its refined structure rising above the rough tents scattered around it. Inside lived the boss of the shelter—a Silver adventurer in name,...0