Lu Qing's reaction to Zhu Yu's teasing was extremely calm, simply nodding and sitting down on a large rock beside him, letting the hem of his robe fall casually to one side. In his hand, a dagger still glimmered coldly under the moon's shadow.
He skillfully sliced open the belly of a wild rabbit, swiftly extracting its innards and placing them aside one by one, before beginning to slice through the connections between the skin and flesh with his sharp blade, as if peeling off a sheet of paper, cleanly removing the rabbit's fur.
"Soon, it'll be even colder. This can be made into a hand warmer." He weighed the rabbit skin in his hand. Because of his deftness, no meat clung to the skin, nor did the fur have any bloodstains.
The two "mountain bandits" nearby watched Lu Qing's clean knife work, and their faces didn't look too good.
