From that day on, the Zhu family completely welcomed Chen Yan into their home.
Of course, this had also been part of Chen Yan's plan.
He had no interest in hunting.
But treating it as a "cover" for his activities could not have been more perfect.
Chen Yan never went hunting with the old hunter or the Zhu brothers. He always went alone.
Every hunting trip lasted at least seven days, and sometimes as long as half a month.
During that time, Chen Yan would often fly through the air to some Spirit Stone vein that no one had discovered or that had yet to be mined.
When he was done, he would bring back some game along the way.
The chances that the Hidden Sects would suspect a hunter in such a mortal world were next to nonexistent.
"Big Brother Li, how long are you planning to stay home this time?"
Zhu Qiao kept her head lowered. Her voice was bright and cheerful, and she still wore a smile. Her dark, gleaming eyes remained fixed on the rope hanging over the edge of the well as she pulled up the bucket and asked Chen Yan,
"The weather's nice today."
Chen Yan replied,
"I'm planning to head up the mountain this morning and see what luck I have."
Zhu Qiao pulled the bucket out of the well. It was full of cool, crystal-clear well water. She set it down, let out a long breath, and shook the droplets of water from her hands.
"All right, Big Brother Li. Once I've finished making breakfast, I'll get some provisions ready for your trip up the mountain."
She said it briskly and readily.
"Sorry for the trouble."
Chen Yan said.
Zhu Qiao picked up the bucket and headed toward the kitchen behind her.