Yang Fan and Xun Er walked side by side forward, the mountain path was very narrow, both sides were lush bushes, a few rattan flowers and unknown wild fruits in the middle, of course, occasionally a few snakes would slither out. Just now, when Yang Fan had just parted a branch, a large snake about four meters long hung down from the tree with its tongue sticking out, making him jump back in surprise.

Yang Fan had been in Nan Yang for many years, snakes were creatures he often encountered, so he was not afraid at all. Miss Xun Er seemed to be even more courageous than him, she reached out her small hand and caught the seven-inch snake, looked at it in her hand for a while, then threw the snake into the grass in the distance.

This place used to be the battlefield of the barbarians and the Wen Yun clans, every step was a trap, every step was murderous, but now the path was flat, looking around were full of vibrant plants and grass, and even the blood stains on the gravel path along the roadside had been washed clean by yesterday's heavy rain.