In the following period of time.
Winter passed, spring began, and once again welcomed a new summer.
While Zhang Feng and the thief searched through this forest, it was mostly the thief exerting himself heavily.
Zhang Feng, on the other hand, seemed to be caught in some sort of deep contemplation.
'What is he thinking about every day? And... why has this old thing aged so much? Is he... about to die?'
Again on this day at the end of summer.
Beside a small stream.
The thief was bathing in the water to ease the hardships of the recent days, while staring blankly at the dazed Zhang Feng on the shore.
In his observation, Zhang Feng seemed to have aged many times over, appearing somewhat like an 'old man with dementia'.
He really had a feeling that Zhang Feng was about to die, literally seeing Zhang Feng aging rapidly.
The age spots and wrinkled skin on his body and face were increasing.
His entire stature had even shrunk by about five centimeters.
