The sky was just starting to brighten, and the streets of Baihe Town were already bustling with early merchants setting up their stalls. The town, surrounded by mountains on both sides, was enveloped in a slight mist.
The Rice Hat Wanderer quietly left the inn, heading towards Black Bull Mountain in the northeast part of the town.
Just then, a childlike figure emerged from the depths of Black Bull Mountain, his heart filled with confusion.
"I wonder what kind of mind-confusing medicine the Black Mountain Army fed Master… Master actually obeys the orders of that man from last night."
This little figure walked out from the depths of the forest, and upon closer inspection, his eyes were crooked, with a finger's width between them, and his face was quite deformed. At this moment, this deformed face revealed extreme dissatisfaction.
"This would be fine, but Master intends not to kill for a few days, wouldn't that starve my precious ones? That damned guy."
