As Drilling Mountain Leopard drank the rice porridge, the woman stood nearby, watching him.
"You can go on with your work, miss."
Drilling Mountain Leopard felt uneasy and turned his head to speak.
"Alright."
The woman agreed, but she didn't move. Instead, she pulled over a chair and sat down. "Brother, have you ever heard of Drilling Mountain Leopard?"
Drilling Mountain Leopard's expression froze. He gave a few dry coughs to cover his unease. "I've heard of him. The great… bandit of Baitou Mountain."
"Have you seen what he looks like?"
"No, but I hear he's a fearsome-looking man."
"How old is he? Does he have a beard?"
"How would I…"
Drilling Mountain Leopard stopped mid-sentence, suddenly sensing something was wrong. He snapped his head up, his eyes meeting the woman's searing gaze, which was filled with hatred.
"You…"
