While the man whose identity remained a mystery prepared a lavish lunch in the kitchen, Zeng Mu and Yao Chun had quietly slipped in. They hid behind a small hill less than thirty meters from the thatched cottage, near the Narrow Cliff Passage, secretly watching everything.
Under the cover of Zeng Mu's elemental power, Yao Chun's presence was also difficult to detect. Without knowing the man's true strength or identity, Zeng Mu dared not let his guard down. He used three kinds of elemental power to conceal their presence, something Yao Chun could never have known, or even imagined.
The man had never complained about the suffering he had endured. Perhaps he had during those first few months, but so many years had passed that his mind had matured far beyond that of someone in his twenties. To him, he felt like an aging man of fifty. He often told himself, Thinking too much and suffering too much might not be a bad thing, but usually, they aren't a good thing either.
This place was cut off from the world. Even Green City's most diligent herb gatherers and busiest hunters had never imagined such a secluded paradise could lie between two sheer mountain walls. Perhaps some of the hunters had suspected its existence, but the danger emanating from this place was something a hunter could easily sense. They had marked it as forbidden territory and never set foot inside.
Fortunately, no one had come here in all these years. Otherwise, he would have had to add to his sins and find another hidden place to live. He had grown accustomed to this environment and did not want to move without good reason, even if his body was no longer human.
Zhao Jingya lay flat on the bed. Her body, only