Go to Hunting Ground, go to Hunting Ground,
Don the cloak and sling the sword, go to Hunting Ground,
Go to Hunting Ground, go to Hunting Ground,
Ride the broom and flying carpet, go to Hunting Ground.
Ride the wind, go to Hunting Ground,
There lies endless wilderness and demons,
Under the twinkling constellations,
Baring bloody fangs.
Cross the rainbow, go to Hunting Ground,
Carrying the sun, the moon, and glory,
The law book shines with vivid colorful glow,
It is the testimony of our courage.
Break through the night, go to Hunting Ground,
Deep in the silent forest,
Lies a peaceful clearing,
The wizard chants his spells,
One, two, three!
The wizard chants his spells:
Broken Bamboo, Continuation Bamboo, Flying Soil, Zhu Rou!
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The sporadic singing, along with the wind, drifted out from the entrance of Hunting Ground No.1.
