'So this is where you've been hiding. You really picked a good spot!'
Zhao Lin thought to himself as he gazed at Old Ridge Peak.
Back when the Drilling Mountain Leopard and his gang ran rampant, they often frequented the areas around Seven Pillar Peak, Old Ridge Peak, and Fuli Valley.
After the bandits were wiped out, the county constabulary burned their three lairs to the ground to prevent them from ever rising from the ashes. Now, only ruins remained.
The location was secluded yet not far from Qinghe County—an excellent hiding spot indeed.
'It seems Chu Liu couldn't bring himself to abandon everything and flee after all.'
Unaware that Zhao Lin was tailing him, Geng Jin walked some distance up the mountain until he reached a collapsed gate. He placed a bundle on a large, conspicuous rock.
He puckered his lips and let out a sharp whistle, then drew the saber from his waist and struck the large rock three times!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
