By the stove, Chen Mu reclined in a Rocking Chair, holding a wooden cup with an air of complete leisure.
The coos, grunts, and coughs of Pig Rabbits and black sheep occasionally entered his mind.
"This doesn't sound like something that should be happening at the Patrol Institute."
"Did Lu Ku and the others not work today?"
Chen Mu suddenly understood.
Over the past half month, Lu Ku and the other six had remained busy at the Patrol Institute. Chen Mu had nearly forgotten that, under normal circumstances, Patrol Officers at the Patrol Institute got three days off each month.
Today happened to be one of their rest days.
Just as he was about to cut off Remote Sensing, Shang Huan's voice suddenly reached his ears.
The corners of Chen Mu's lips curled up.
"That fat bastard finally couldn't take it anymore. Serves him right!"
For the past half month, Chen Mu had used Seven Souls Return to Origin on Shang Huan every day.
His mental energy was depleted, and his blood and qi suffered along with it. The fatty had visibly lost a whole round of weight.
"Let's see if you dare pull so many stunts again!"
If this fellow had not greedily coveted White Jade and risked trading with the East Ridge mountain folk, he would not have brought this deadly calamity upon himself.
Southwest of Eagle Sorrow Cliff stood a small mountain stronghold.
Most of the southern half of the stronghold was a sheep pen enclosed by sturdy wooden stakes twice the height of a man.
Inside, a flock of Antlered Black Sheep occasionally lowered their heads and charged, slamming into the fence.
A group of fierce-looking burly men worked busily around the enclosure, each performing his own task.
Some fed the black sheep fodder, some