"If you're sure you want this innate ability, perhaps we can look around and see whether we can find a stronger Man-faced Bird. A stronger individual's innate ability might be better than that one just now," Chang Xuezong suggested.
"Mm. I'll have to trouble you, Senior Brother." Wei He nodded.
The two circled along the lakeshore, but for a time, they did not encounter any new Man-faced Birds.
They rented lodging in a small village by the lake.
There, they waited for another opportunity to hunt Man-faced Birds.
Two days later.
The two gradually began making their way deeper toward the center of the lake.
The vast expanse of the lake, blanketed in snow, had frozen over completely.
Wind and snow drifted down.
Wearing straw rain capes, the two advanced step by step over the ice toward the center of the lake.
From time to time, they would pause. Wei He would wave a hand and throw several punches around him, as though striking at empty air.
Afterward, he would squat down as if picking something up, then continue on his way.
In ordinary people's eyes, this was what a True Person's hunt looked like—an utterly deranged performance.
Ordinary people could not see true beasts, but they could see True People. Thus, the scene before them came to be.
But in Chang Xuezong's eyes, Wei He had already left a trail of true beast corpses behind him as he headed toward the lake center, where the ghost wind was thickest.
Man-faced Birds wheeled constantly through the air above the ice, eyeing Wei He below like tigers eyeing their prey.
These Man-faced Birds had grayish-brown feathers, human heads and bird bodies. Their cries were shrill and unpleasant, like drakes.
Yet they swooped with extreme speed and possessed astonishing stamina. Their vigor