Because there wasn't much grain left, it would be consumed in two or three days. If they didn't find a way to get food, they might freeze or starve to death.
The depths of the forest were filled with firewood, and presumably, there were plenty of prey as well.
However, many were afraid of encountering ferocious beasts like wolves, tigers, and leopards, so they weren't bold enough to hunt alone and could only gather in groups to climb the mountains.
Compared to this group of exiles' small-scale hunting, the Golden Feather Clan's hunting was their comfort zone.
By the end of the morning, Ruan Mian, Cui Zhu, and Shaoxi had only gathered some mushrooms and were thinking of an excuse to take some meat from the space to tantalize their taste buds.
Unexpectedly, they saw four or five men from the Golden Feather Clan carrying a large wild boar weighing about two hundred pounds down the mountain.
