Over the next twenty minutes, Zeng Mu moved like a phantom. In the woods, he was more agile than a leopard, more elusive than a wildcat, more dangerous than a venomous snake, and more natural than a stone.
When he spotted one of the so-called Black Grasshoppers, he attacked not with a bow, a poisoned trap, a throwing axe, or a machete, but with a leaf-a dawn redwood leaf that he flicked lightly from his fingertips.
The leaf spun through the air, whistling as it sliced through it like a crescent moon. It vanished into the grass, leaving a thin black streak. As it struck its target with pinpoint precision, the weeds fell severed, and the Black Grasshopper's head parted from its body.
Had the Ai brothers and Leng Feng witnessed this, their jaws would have dropped.
Making a mere leaf as sharp as a throwing knife and using it to hit a Black Grasshopper with only half its body exposed from over thirty meters away was as difficult as striking a copper coin from ten meters. Who among them could have known he possessed such skill?
In less than twenty minutes, Zeng Mu had collected quite a few Black Grasshoppers. He packed them into a small cloth bag and spent the remaining few minutes wandering around.
Meanwhile, Wu Di was enjoying his tea. Fine tea paired with fine scenery-sipping jasmine tea made that season while admiring Bear City's beautiful afternoon sky was truly a tranquil pleasure. Unfortunately, he had no idea that such opportunities were slipping further and further out of his reach.
His enjoyment did not last long. With the first flurry of hurried footsteps, the brothers Ai Xiao and Ai Da stepped over the threshold and came into view. Then came a second set of light yet