Brian Wood wanted to gouge out Dean Dawson's eyes not only because he truly loved Margaret Wood, but also to deliberately enrage his father Shawn Dawson, and then use it as an excuse to wipe out the The Dawson Family.

So, it seems that the deaths of his five older brothers in the king’s service were all suspicious. Most likely, it was because his The Dawson Family controlled seventy percent of Ji Kingdom’s army, which aroused the old bastard’s suspicion, prompting the old bastard to set up a scheme to kill his five brothers first.

That old bastard Brian Wood is truly devious to the extreme. If he ever gets another chance to return to the Yalon Continent in this life, and he doesn’t uproot the The Wood Family completely, he would be letting down the entire The Dawson Family clan that was wiped out by Brian Wood.

No, Lucas Carter said that when that old bastard Brian Wood wanted to kill his father, not a single person pleaded for him. That’s absolutely impossible. With his father’s prestige, how could no one plead for him? Even if his father did insult Brian Wood, so what? Would Brian Wood dare to touch his father? His father was at least a great martial master, and also the commander of Ji Kingdom’s army. With his father’s character, there’s no way he would surrender just because of blind loyalty.

Unless...

At this thought, Jack Dawson shuddered. Unless someone had control over everyone close to his father, or even took action to subdue his father and those around him, and wasn’t afraid of the power behind his father.

Could Brian Wood really have that ability? Only a Martial King could do something like that, but is a Martial King really that powerful?

If that’s really the case, then his enemy isn’t just Brian Wood, but someone even more formidable than Brian Wood. Jack Dawson took a deep breath. Even if his enemy was the Luyuan Empire, as long as he could return, he would never let it go.

Chapter 6: The Primal Mountains

This canyon is easy to enter but hard to leave—no, actually, it’s hard to enter and hard to leave. Jack Dawson was sure that if he hadn’t been inside the aircraft and brought here by that strange void rift, his fate might not have been much better than in his previous life.

Carefully weaving through all kinds of thorny bushes, he was injured countless times. Even though he had a stone that could stop bleeding, after half a day, he was still covered in wounds.

After stopping and starting for two whole days, Jack Dawson finally climbed out of the canyon, but he still couldn’t tell which direction he should go.

Because of that golden light, his eyesight was several times sharper than before, but even looking in all directions, all he could see was a hazy mist.

He really didn’t know how he managed to get in here in his previous life, or why he came here. Maybe he came here in his past life just for that red xue flower.

Randomly picking a direction, Jack Dawson walked for almost another day before finally stopping by a small lake.

After three days of traveling here, Jack Dawson had survived on nothing but wild fruits and dry rations. If it weren’t for a pot of water in the aircraft, he wouldn’t even have had anything to drink.

Now that he’d reached a lake, Jack Dawson naturally wanted to replenish his strength—at the very least, catch a few fish or some wild game to roast.

Two hours later, Jack Dawson caught two wild black fish, each over a foot long.

He cleaned and roasted them. Even without salt, they were incredibly delicious. In just over ten minutes, Jack Dawson had eaten both fish.

With the two grilled fish in his belly, Jack Dawson felt his strength greatly restored—far better than eating dry rations.

After resting by the lake for nearly an hour, Jack Dawson filled both his pots with fresh water and was about to find a place to get a good night’s sleep. He hadn’t slept well at all these past two days. Just then, he suddenly heard the faint sound of someone crying.

Someone? Jack Dawson immediately stood up, short dagger already in hand. This place was definitely a remote wilderness, maybe even a primeval mountain forest. He hadn’t seen a single person in three days of walking, so logically, it should be deserted. How could there be the sound of crying? And it was already dusk.

A few minutes later, he heard a few more sobs. This time, Jack Dawson could tell for sure—it was indeed someone sobbing, just at a distance. Only his excellent hearing allowed him to catch it.

Jack Dawson quickly shouldered his pack and followed the direction of the crying. After more than ten minutes, he stopped.

There really were people ahead—two girls. One, wearing a light red top, had her back to him and was quietly sobbing. The other girl was lying on the ground and seemed to be in trouble.

“Do you need any help?” The words Jack Dawson spoke were no longer in the language of Ji Kingdom. His sentence was a bit awkward, but he didn’t stumble.

“Ah…” The girl suddenly turned around, then half-collapsed to the ground. Looking at Jack Dawson, her eyes were full of fear.

Jack Dawson could tell from her eyes that she was terrified, so he quickly added, “I’m just here traveling too, you don’t need to be afraid.”

After a while, the girl finally calmed down. Maybe it was because of Jack Dawson’s words, the fear in her eyes lessened a bit, and she asked uncertainly, “Are you really human?”

The girl’s face was slightly round, and she was rather pleasant-looking.

Jack Dawson’s hair was messy, and his clothes were hanging off him like rags. The exposed parts of his skin were all covered in scabs. In a place like the Wangchuan Mountains, it would be strange not to mistake him for a wild man.