C95 Three Wooden Houses

The lake was crystal clear. Lee Fei bathed, scrubbing away the caked mud from his skin.

Afterward, he meandered through the valley. Within a mere thirty minutes, he had lost hope; despite circling the area, he couldn't find an exit.

Lee Fei plucked a wild fruit and began munching on it as he sat on a rock, taking a brief rest. His mind, however, was a whirlwind of thoughts.

Being of sound mind