Chapter 37 Hunting Tigers

North of Second Layer Mountain.

Chen Sansi's "Track Concealment" was fully activated, with no trace escaping his notice.

Rabbits, roe deer, goats...

If he wished, within ten minutes he could be carrying a goat down the mountain to his home.

But a wild goat of around one hundred pounds could only sell for two pieces of silver.

That might have been fine before, but now it was too little.

His target was a tiger, or at the very least a black bear or a leopard—some kind of fierce beast.

Following Zhao Qiao's suggestion, Chen Sansi headed toward the southwest.

Along the way, he occasionally encountered martial arts academy disciples adorned in brocade robes.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Chen Sansi wore cloth armor this time up the mountain.

Seeing his armor and heavy bow, the disciples indeed dared not provoke him, and mostly went about their own business after a glance or two.

"Why are there so many people?"