The small incident on the street was hardly worth Roger's attention. He didn't want unnecessary complications, but he wasn't so cautious as to tread gingerly with every step.
He planned to set out overnight. If everything went smoothly, he should be able to find the exact location by the next day. Then, he could use the Eye of Truth to enter the place Hillrenes had described.
Perhaps, before the local Transcendents could track him again, he would have already wrapped everything up and left South America.
Soon, he boarded the plane. Roger closed his eyes to rest, reflecting on his recent experiences. Opening his palm, the Eye of Truth appeared out of thin air, "Just an ordinary treasure hunt?"
A cold smirk crept across Roger's lips.
Meanwhile, deep within a rainforest far away.
The mountains rose and fell, the dense jungle blanketing the entire world—a haven for wild flora and fauna, the purest green sanctuary.
