Time Flies, Time Flies...
The snow melted away, and early spring descended.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month quietly slipped by.
Goose-Shaped Mountain was an ordinary little mountain among the many ranges of Nanshan, situated southwest of Nanshan Town.
As for the name Goose-Shaped Mountain, it was rather interesting. Since the mountain was oval in shape, resembling an egg, it had been named Goose-Shaped Mountain...
When Chu Mu first heard the name, he could not help grumbling inwardly.
If it resembles an egg, why does it have to be a goose egg? There are plenty of egg-laying birds and livestock!
Chicken-Shaped Mountain? Bird-Shaped Mountain? Snake-Shaped Mountain? As Chu Mu gazed at the oval peak close before him, he could not help grumbling inwardly.
It was only early morning. Morning Dew still lingered, and the rising sun had just appeared. Chu Mu wore a blue cloth robe, with a saber hanging at his waist and a bamboo basket on his back. On either side of the basket were tied a pair of small, exquisite iron shovels and pickaxes.
Dressed like this, he obviously could not have been entering the mountains for a leisurely spring outing.
Chu Mu withdrew his gaze and followed the mountain path toward Goose-Shaped Mountain.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the mountain path disappeared, leaving behind only a deep, secluded dense forest.
Chu Mu did not mind. Nanshan Town was the very model of a vast land with few people. If not for that iron mine, the dozens of li around here would probably all have been uninhabited wilderness.
Drawing his saber, Chu Mu hacked apart the shrubs before him with several slashes before feeling his way deeper into the mountain.
Chu Mu walked slowly, studying his surroundings as he