As dusk fell, the hunters who had accompanied Fang Bai into the mountains gathered in the yard of Zhao Yunjian's house, where they shared a rich lunch together. Many of them ate and drank heartily, returning home in a drunken stupor.
After seeing off over a dozen hunters with Zhao Yunjian and his son, Fang Bai prepared to rest here another night and leave in the morning to continue his journey of training.
As night approached, Zhao Family Village suddenly saw the arrival of a dozen or so Japanese tourists, carrying large and small bags.
Apart from one woman, the impression these Japanese tourists left on the villagers of the Zhao Family Village was one of few words and stern faces, silent and untalkative.
What surprised the villagers of the Zhao Family Village even more was that in the bitter cold, these Japanese tourists were all dressed very lightly, as though they were not afraid of the cold at all.
