After a while, Lin Fang managed to get out of the rest zone, walking into the camp he was supposed to report in.
Camp 2 was sprawling with rows of tents that stretched across the place, marked with colored flags fluttering in the evening wind.
People moved about busily — some tending to their monster companions, some sharpening weapons, others huddled together in heated conversation about strategies and rumors of the upcoming trial.
Lin Fang walked quietly through the crowd. Everywhere he looked, decently powerful monsters loomed — serpentine beasts coiled lazily in the shade, winged hawks perched on poles, and even armored beasts resting under tarps.
These weren't average hunters.
They were all just like him, unlicensed hunters, each one of them having passed Feng Xiu's private Hunter examination held over the past year all over the continent.
