"Now that you mention it, it does make some sense." Mu Shaoling took another look at the grass, "Weāll take a few samples back to try."
In a corner of Dai Mountain, there were also two people walking there.
Upon closer inspection, it was Poison Old Monster and Yangyang. One old and one young, their clothes were already tattered, and Yangyangās hair had come undone, looking just like a little beggar now.
"Old man, Iāve been terribly duped by you." Yangyang held a stick in his hand, walking through the forest, swinging the stick as he walked, muttering, "Weād be better off walking the official road. If we had taken the official road, we might have already reached Great Zhou by now. Weāve been wandering in this darn forest for days and still canāt get out. Iām about to turn into a wild man."
Poison Old Monster was tired of walking too and didnāt want to move anymore. With a light leap, he sat up on a tree branch, "Arenāt you annoying? Nagging every day. Look at you, just a few years old, but youāve become like an old woman, nagging away. Is it my fault we canāt get out? How was I supposed to know this mountain is so strange?"
"How come youāve been roaming the worldly society all these years?" Yangyang glared at him, "This mountain marks the border between Great Zhou and Great Qi. Even I know that, and you actually didnāt?"
Talking about this made Poison Old Monster a bit uncomfortable, "Iāve lived in the mountains all my life, how would I know this mountain is different from the one I usually live on."
Yangyang was exasperated, encountering such an unreliable old man, itās a miracle heās survived this long.
"You brat, Iām hungry, go get something to eat."
"Youāre an old man, and you still want me, a kid, to find food for you, arenāt you embarrassed?"
Having been in the forest for so long, Yangyang always went to find food, sometimes getting wild fruits, sometimes catching wild chickens and rabbits, then finding a cave to roast them.
"I am a dignified young master of the Marquis Mansion, accustomed to having everything served, and now Iāve learned how to roast chicken hanging out with you, itās just ridiculous."
Saying that, Yangyang still turned around and headed into the forest.
He was quite familiar with the forest by now and soon returned with a few red fruits tucked in his arms.
Seeing the old man still in the tree, he tossed one up with one hand, and Poison Old Monster caught it accurately.
Without even washing, he began munching fiercely right away.
"You brat still have the nerve to complain, bringing only these few fruits, without catching a single chicken, totally useless!"
Yangyang was vexed by this, the old manās mouth was too annoying, complaining while eating his fruit.
"If youāve got the guts, throw the fruit away."
"Why throw away whatās easy to get? Iād be crazy to toss it."
Yangyang glanced over, displeased, and leapt up, smacking the tree trunk with one palm. With a crisp cracking sound, the branch Poison Old Monster was sitting on broke.
"You brat, itching for a beating? Teach you martial arts for doing good, now youāre dishonoring your mentor, donāt you know?"
"Old man, raise your voice any louder, and if you scare the wild beasts, weāll never get out."
As soon as the words fell, Yangyang felt something was amiss in his surroundings, especially behind him, chillingly uncomfortable.
Turning around, two black bears were staring intently at him.
"Oh my god!" Yangyang was immediately frightened, wiping his sweat off as he quickly ran forward, still shouting, "Old man, run, life-threatening creatures are upon us."
Poison Old Monster was no longer lazy, quickly catching up to Yangyang, "This way!"