In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the hotel curtains and shone on David.
He tidied up his gear and walked out of the hotel.
Last night was another night of cultivation, but with his physical strength, it had no adverse effects.
The harbor gradually receded behind him as he headed southeast.
As the distance widened, he gradually left behind the clamor of the Sea Race and was enveloped by nature.
Thick shrubs lined the roadside, with small magical creatures occasionally flying by.
They emitted cheerful chirps, mingling with the rustling leaves, creating a sense of serenity.
Soon, he arrived at the outskirts of the Demon Beast Mountain Range.
Beyond extraordinary magical beasts, the range was also home to beastmen, the Fur Race, and some other humanoid demons.
David traversed the perimeter of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, activating extraordinary perception to keenly capture the surrounding movements.
