His body was still terribly hungry; those two tigers had been no more than a drop in the ocean, like a cup of water against a cartload of firewood.
Xu Zimo looked at the old man and asked, "Do you have anything to eat in your village?"
"Yes, yes," the old man hurriedly nodded.
Looking at the villagers behind him, he said, "Everyone, hurry home and bring out all the food you have for this benefactor."
As the group ran toward their respective homes, Monk Dazhi looked at Xu Zimo and smiled.
"When you eat someone's food, your mouth grows soft; when you take someone's gifts, your hands grow short."
"I helped them kill those two tigers. Doesn't that settle everything?" Xu Zimo replied.
"What about the Monster Taming Sect?" Monk Dazhi asked.
"I don't care. Their disciples were the ones who struck first," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
"Don't tell me you intend to pay the Monster Taming Sect a visit?"
"Not to that extent," Monk Dazhi shook his head slightly.
He said, "I'm only afraid that while we do not intend to pursue the matter, they might."
Just then, the villagers had already returned carrying large amounts of food.
There was very little meat among it. Most of it was coarse grain and steamed buns.
Eating such things was actually of little use.
Xu Zimo looked at the old man and asked, "Old sir, where is the nearest city around here?"
"If you keep heading west, there is a Hundred Monster City," the old man replied.
"But that is Monster Taming Sect territory. I advise you not to go."
"You're moving away, aren't you? Keep this food for yourselves," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
After bidding farewell to the villagers of Green Willow Village, the two