Completely baffled, Chen Zhou could only attribute the cause of this failure to his poor marksmanship, thinking that if he were a sharpshooter, he could have easily blown off their furry heads with one shot and enjoyed some mutton by now.
"I'll practice shooting and crossbow tonight!"
Annoyed, he slapped the tree beside him, as if blaming it for not being thick enough, exposing him. Suddenly, Chen Zhou noticed that this kind of tree seemed to be a species he had never seen before.
Its bark was dark brown, straight and tall, its appearance unremarkable, with no branches at the base. The canopy was dense, looking like a stout American man.
Taking down the Hand Axe, Chen Zhou tried to chop it,
Only to find this tree incredibly hard; the roughly made axe barely broke through the bark and then couldn't go any further.
