"Flowers fall, do what one may; Swallows return, a familiar sight."
Watching the swallows fly across the sky, Zhao Lin was reminded of a poem from his past life.
More than half a month had passed in a flash, and the weather had thoroughly warmed up.
During this time, he hadn't gone into the mountains to kill bandits, only observing them in secret on two occasions.
Drilling Mountain Leopard and his gang had already moved their base, heading deeper into Baitou Mountain to Fuli Valley.
The entrance to their old lair on Seven Pillar Peak was blocked with rubble, and the inside was filled with numerous animal traps and spikes. It seemed they had no intention of returning anytime soon.
Recalling his last encounter, it had been incredibly perilous. Drilling Mountain Leopard had actually managed to get his hands on Crossbow Arrows!
He didn't know if they had been smuggled from the military, but judging by their range and firing rate, they were nearly identical.
