After Zhang Siyu finished the bowl of egg noodles, drinking every last drop of broth, Wen Ning sat in his chair and looked her up and down.
"What you saw was only one side of monsters."
"Bathing, drinking tea, giving each other wild fruit—that's their everyday life. Monsters have another side, too, completely different from what they teach you at Dragon-Tiger Mountain. Dare to come somewhere with me?"
Zhang Siyu put down her chopsticks and straightened her back.
"I'm a Direct Disciple of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, and I fear nothing. I've seen it all. What is there to be afraid of?"
Seeing how reckless Zhang Siyu was, Wen Ning answered.
"All right, then. I'll show you a real monster den."
From the first moment he saw her, Wen Ning had known she was an innocent, uncomplicated girl. The Five Thunder Righteous Method never lied. If she had harbored any ill intent, it would have reacted long ago.
Wen Ning turned and told Big Yellow to watch the shop, then told Weasel Old Man not to wait for him for dinner. He picked up his jacket and headed toward the mouth of the alley.
Zhang Siyu followed behind him with her little backpack on her back.
The two left the city, one behind the other.
Wen Ning knew the road to Black Wind Mountain like the back of his hand. When they reached the foot of the mountain, he glanced back at Zhang Siyu.
She was looking around with her head tilted up, probably sensing the faint demonic aura in the mountain. Her expression was both nervous and curious.
When they reached the clearing halfway up the mountain, Xiong Batian was squatting outside the Mountain God Temple, chopping firewood.
The burly man stood two meters tall, wore a tiger-skin skirt, and had