Chapter 033 Cultivation

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The small town at night seemed very quiet, with Roger donning his hood, his head lowered as he cycled along.

At the same location, he deftly navigated through the bushes, picking up speed towards the cabin in the woods.

"Huff, huff..."

"Is this kid a rabbit? How can he be so fast?"

The dark figure following Roger propped himself against a tree, his chest heaving like a bellows.

"Eh?"

"Where is he?"

When he looked up again, Roger's figure was nowhere to be found in the dark thicket.

At this moment, Roger was completely unaware that he had inadvertently shaken off someone who was tailing him, as he made his way back to the valley at top speed.

The night forest was incredibly quiet near the graveyard, the temperature suddenly dropping, and what was even spookier was that a thin mist enveloped this not-so-large area.

Without delay, Roger entered the wooden hut and rummaged through a wooden box on the wall for an oil lamp.