It was already late spring, but the deep, ancient forest still carried a lingering chill.
Before heading up the mountain, the experienced Old Man Sun had prepared thick clothes, lest the spring cold seep into their bodies.
Rustle! Rustle!
Rhythmic rustling came from beside the rugged mountain path, which was difficult to traverse.
"Probably grass snakes. After winter passes, they all come out to move around. Back when I couldn't hunt anything in winter, I often dug into snake dens."
Hearing the sound, Old Man Sun immediately began reminiscing about his younger days.
When people grew old, they always liked to recall the past. No one was exempt from it.
Li Qing stayed close beside Old Man Sun. His steps were steady, his eyes watched in all directions and his ears listened in every direction; the movements throughout the surrounding mountain forest could hardly escape his senses.
Ever since practicing martial arts, both his hearing and vision had become considerably sharper.
"Old sir, to still stride through the mountains like flying at your age—I truly admire you," Li Qing sighed.
Old Man Sun was not slow in the slightest. Though vines tangled all around them and the ground was incredibly muddy, he still walked with remarkable steadiness.
"Hahaha! If I still wasn't familiar with these mountains after spending so many years here, then I'd have lived for nothing!"
To hunt a tiger in the mountains, they naturally needed to go deep into the great mountains. Tigers generally only appeared in the deep mountains and were rarely found along the outskirts of the range.
At that moment, Li Qing wore a protective iron cuirass covered in numerous sharp iron spikes—a perfect tool against tigers.
Besides that, he carried a broad-bladed hunting knife and hid thirteen finger-sized Bone-Piercing Nails in his chest.