Early the next morning, during breakfast, Chen Fan shared his plans with his parents.
Chen Guodong nodded without saying much, only reminding him to be careful.
Because he knew that, at the moment, there was no way he could help Chen Fan. Taking good care of the villagers and not letting Chen Fan worry might be the greatest help he could offer.
Yin Fang was naturally very worried.
After all, Anshan City was a hundred miles away, and the journey was fraught with dangers.
She repeated her advice at least ten times.
Chen Fan couldn't help but smile wryly.
After patting his younger brother's head, he strapped on his quiver, carried his treasure saber, and with a bow in hand, embarked on his journey.
He didn't bring a spear.
With his current agility attribute, even a high-level fierce beast wouldn't have a chance to get close, let alone a mid-level fierce beast.
