The first rule of his Black Wind Stronghold was that a rabbit never ate the grass around its own burrow.
He couldn't do business on Green Bamboo Peak.
After all, his identity as an Outer Sect disciple was a sham. If he caused too much of a stir, someone could easily follow the vine to the melon and uncover him.
Having made up his mind, Chun Xiaobai concealed his presence and used his Heaven-Treading Steps to sneak down the mountain.
This wasn't his Black Wind Stronghold, after all. Cultivators didn't have to rely solely on their eyes like ordinary mortals did. He couldn't make too much noise.
Of course, with his Heaven-Treading Steps, even those Foundation Establishment patrol disciples would probably struggle to detect him.
Chun Xiaobai avoided the main road, keeping to the shadows along the mountain wall. Every so often, he slipped into a corner and waited patiently like a hunting leopard, only moving on once he was certain nothing was amiss.
In this manner, he crept all the way down the mountain and spotted that pair of illicit lovebirds guarding the gate again.
At this late hour, not a soul was anywhere near the mountain gate, yet those two were openly hugging and cuddling, glued to each other.
Damn you! Chun Xiaobai cursed inwardly.
This bandit king taught you a lesson last time, and you still haven't learned!
One look at that woman named Lin Yue told him she was no good. If the gatekeeper wasn't some rich man's son, she probably would've stopped giving him the time of day long ago.
While the two were wrapped up in their deep affection, unwilling to part,
Chun Xiaobai darted aside and drifted straight past the cliff to one side.
Over the past two days, he'd also found time