Lost.
The trees were too tall, providing no reference markers unless he flew into the air, which was pointless; for him, being lost simply meant he didn't know where to go.
The Wood Spirit Energy was identical everywhere here, perhaps with slight variations in strength, but completely without pattern; following the Wood Spirit energy meant more than likely wandering in circles, just like he was now.
He realized this might be the forest's Enchanting Soul Formation set for an outsider like him, unwilling to let anyone explore its secrets.
Quite normal, he wasn't discouraged; if Demons like Jing Han could gain Beimu Forest's recognition, why couldn't a human like him?
He found a slightly protruding rock to sit upon, stretching his body as if he were a weary traveler, sipping water, opening his arms, taking off his shoes to relax his bloodstream.
Then he said to the large tree beside him, "I'm hungry, what do you have to eat here? I can trade things with you."
