In the forest.
The morning dew had not fully dissipated, and a cool breeze gently swept through.
Two creatures as large as ostriches galloped through the forest.
"These land birds are quite interesting," Kevin said, riding on the back of a land bird.
These large, two-legged birds, like ostriches, ran at a good speed with steady strides, looking just like mounts in a game, which was quite amusing.
"Right? They're good partners for our tribe; we can't do without them," Mito said with a laugh beside him.
The two land birds were loaded with a large amount of goods, but this weight seemed completely negligible to them.
These were all supplies Mito had purchased early in the morning.
Riding on the land bird, Kevin finally couldn't help but ask, "Your tribe... is the Kurutas, right?"
Mito didn't respond immediately. After a while, he nodded somewhat stiffly, "You still couldn't be fooled, huh?"
Fooled... What were you hiding anyway?
Kevin shook his head helplessly and couldn't help but retort, "Honestly, it's not difficult to find information like this.
And this threaded clothing you're wearing should be unique to your people, right?
You just walk around the city swaggering in it."
As he spoke, Kevin pointed out more issues: "Although you often migrate, it seems you still need to replenish your living supplies regularly.
This way, it's not difficult to find information about you and your whereabouts.
If someone really intended to target you..."
Kevin didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already clear.
Mito clearly understood Kevin's meaning and couldn't help but nod, "The reason our clan has been able to hide until now is actually because the outside world knows very little about us.
Even this threaded clothing we wear, not many people know it's our characteristic.
What's more, we sometimes even sell some intentionally."
Unless they become emotionally agitated and reveal their extremely obvious characteristic Scarlet Eyes.
Simply put, their meaning was probably that satisfying the general public's perception was enough.
For those who are determined to track their whereabouts, no matter how careful they are, they will inevitably reveal flaws.
After all, they are a tribe, not individuals.
What's more, intermarriage outside the clan is also common within their tribe.
Hearing this, Kevin nodded. Now he probably understood.
"And don't underestimate us, our combat ability is also very strong," Mito said, patting his body.
"That's true."
After all, Mito could reach the 200th floor of the Sky Arena solely based on his own abilities. Although he didn't have Nen, his combat ability was definitely not to be underestimated.
Moreover, it was precisely because they were powerful that ordinary people felt fear, thus giving rise to the legend of "demons".
In this world, Nen Users are extremely few, a group that is almost impossible to detect.
Being able to reach the 200th floor with one's own strength means being a powerful martial artist.
"I only found out when I went back this time that I'm not the only one in our clan who can use Nen," Mito said as if he had made a new discovery.
It's just that they don't seem very strong.
"That's quite normal, isn't it? When you're emotionally agitated, your Scarlet Eyes can cause your Nen to explode.
Even with normal training, as long as you have talent, you can learn to use Nen."
Kevin wasn't particularly surprised by this.
The two rode the land birds through the forest for several hours.
As noon approached, under the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, they arrived at the foot of a small hill.
Not far away, there was also a small lake.
"This is it."
Kevin looked out from the land bird and saw a small flower patch not far from the lake.
Large patches of light pink flowers were growing in it, appearing exceptionally beautiful under the sunlight.
"Let's go take a look!"
Kevin immediately dismounted from the land bird and quickly ran over.
Mito followed closely behind him.
Arriving beside the small flower patch, Kevin squatted down and gently touched a flower with his hand.
"Hmm?"
"What's wrong? Is it not right?" Mito asked somewhat nervously.
"Let me look again."
The first flower Kevin touched didn't give him a feeling of craving.
So, he started touching them one by one.
Until he reached the center of the flower patch, he finally touched a flower that gave him a sense of craving.
He carefully observed the differences between this flower and the others.
This flower was more pinkish-white in color, and the tips of a few petals near the stamen had a faint golden color, while the other flowers didn't have this feature.
"So that's how it is." Kevin seemed to have spotted some clues.
"The environment here doesn't seem very suitable for these flowers to grow. Their requirements for sunlight and temperature seem relatively strict."
Hearing Kevin say this, Mito seemed to remember something and quickly nodded, "That's right, that's right. Grandma seemed to have said that. She's been planting them for a long time, and she's only managed to keep these flowers alive here."
Strictly speaking, these flowers weren't growing vigorously; more or less, they were somewhat malnourished.
Only the flowers with faint golden tips on their petals could be considered to be growing relatively well.
"Are the requirements that strict?"
This seemingly small flower patch actually had at least several hundred flowers.
After searching carefully, Kevin only found ten flowers that met the requirements in total.
Moreover, the problem was that not every petal of these ten flowers could be used for medicine.
Among them, the best one had faint golden tips on the four petals near the bud.
Other flowers had at least one petal, and at most only three.
Counting the ten flowers, there were surprisingly only twenty-one usable petals.
Originally, Kevin had wanted to dig up one flower to take back and try to cultivate it himself, but now he dismissed that idea.
The quantity was simply too small; it was best to maintain the status quo and only take one or two petals.
Thinking of this, Kevin chose two flowers with only one usable petal each, carefully removed the petals, and put them into a box he carried with him for safekeeping.
"You're just taking this much?" Mito asked from the side, puzzled.
He watched Kevin busy himself here for a long time.
"This is enough. I have to think long-term, understand?"
This was a very rare universal fusion agent; it must be used reasonably and not be depleted.
Moreover, he definitely had to investigate the place of origin. The living environment and soil conditions there would be the standard; this place was clearly not quite up to standard.
But currently, he only knew this place for now, so it was still necessary to protect it well.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to do some research here," Kevin turned and asked.
Mito shook his head, "It's fine, I'm not in a hurry. The tribe's supplies were just replenished a few weeks ago."
Actually, it wasn't time to replenish supplies yet; he had just bought some along the way.
"Oh right, you said you had other requests before. What were they?" Kevin asked while researching.
Mito leaned casually against a rock and said, "It's about my son. I mentioned him to you before, right? His eyes and legs aren't very good, and his eye condition is getting worse."
Kevin nodded, indicating he remembered this matter.
"You mean you want me to help find channels for him to get an examination or treatment?"
"Yes, I figured since you're so capable, you definitely have more connections and channels outside than I do," Mito smiled somewhat sheepishly.
"Then you've certainly found the right person. I have some ability in this area. If you don't mind, I can take a look at your son."
"Really!" Mito stood up in surprise.
Then, he looked at Kevin with a slight hint of suspicion.
"What? You don't believe me? You truly fail to recognize Mount Tai."