It was already very late, so late that most would hesitate whether to starve another night, waiting for daylight before setting out again.
Originally, Bi Fang should have prepared a shelter within two hours before dark, but when he saw the mountain range within reach, he acted impulsively.
He was too hungry; even in the wilderness, he had never felt such hunger. People under extreme hunger don't tend to be very rational.
Having not eaten for three days, and with the cold sapping his warmth, Bi Fang's hunger was undoubtedly more intense compared to normal temperatures.
His shriveled stomach had taken command of his intelligence.
Of course, it hadn't completely taken over; Bi Fang was still quite rational.
His exceptional vision allowed him to see clearer and further, and his sense of distance was also more accurate. He had a feeling he could reach his destination before dark.
Fortunately, Bi Fang's bet paid off.