Traveling ten li south along Green Pine Ridge would bring one to a slope where a mountain range broke off. This was Falling Geese Slope.
It was nearing noon when a short, fat elder came racing over and finally stopped below Falling Geese Slope. He was none other than Zhang Qingfeng, who had hurried all the way from Green Pine Ridge in a fury.
"Huang Dao, you brat! Your daddy's here! Get the hell out here and die!" The moment Zhang Qingfeng landed, he raised his voice and shouted toward Falling Geese Slope.
Yet apart from birds taking flight in alarm, there was no other response from Falling Geese Slope.
Zhang Qingfeng grew even angrier and roared again, "Huang Dao, you brat! Stop hiding like a turtle with its head tucked into its shell! Get the hell out here and die!"
"You little bastard, didn't you say I wouldn't dare come to Falling Geese Slope? Well, I'm here! Where are you now..."
Believing Huang Dao had made a fool of him again, Zhang Qingfeng burned with rage from head to toe, spewing curses toward Falling Geese Slope.
Even after cursing for a full quarter of an hour, his anger had not subsided, so he unleashed a barrage on several old trees before him.
As his hands flew, a series of thunderous crashes rang out. More than a dozen old trees were snapped in half, innocent fish caught in the calamity.
Only after this did some of the pent-up fury in Zhang Qingfeng's heart dissipate. He let out a long breath and prepared to return to Flowing Stone Stronghold.
As he turned, he suddenly saw a young man wearing a bamboo hat walking slowly over from the direction of Flowing Stone Stronghold. Two sabers hung at his waist, one in