Time to set out.
He swept the food on the table clean like a storm, then packed dried meat, Eight Flavor Seed, and a jug of water.
Zhang Lingshan changed clothes, put on a bamboo hat, reminded his younger sister to be careful over the next few days, then went out to the Horse Market and bought a horse.
"Hyah!"
He galloped out of the city and, in less than two hours, reached the place where he had gathered herbs before—Cold Moon Mountain.
The journey had gone smoothly. No one had followed him, and nothing unexpected had happened.
But one thing was different from what Feng Ji had said. He sat there for half a day, yet no one came to meet him.
Right. My appearance has changed. They might not recognize me.
Zhang Lingshan touched his gaunt, almost unrecognizable face and felt somewhat speechless. He still could not adapt to the change for the moment, and only hoped he could quickly recover his original appearance. Otherwise, he would definitely attract attention when he went to the yamen for night duty.
Right now, the other side not recognizing him and refusing to show themselves was also a problem.
So he dismounted, tied the horse to a tree stump, and headed up the mountain.
If the other side did not recognize him, he could only find them himself.
It was not as if he could roar, "I'm Zhang Lingshan, come out and meet me at once."
If they heard that, they would probably think he was either a fool or someone trying to lure them out, and they would be even less likely to show themselves.
He arrived on the mountain.
Zhang Lingshan stepped with Gale Wind Leg and moved swiftly, watching in every direction and listening to all sides.
Suddenly,