"It should be!"
Qin Qing's eyes flickered.
But almost immediately, he retracted his gaze, pretending to have discovered nothing.
After that, he continued to move forward.
About a quarter of an hour later.
Qin Qing suddenly stopped.
Then—
He looked back again.
By now, Qin Qing was beside a stream.
The water babbled on.
The snow on the mountaintop was melting, turning into the clearest streams that flowed down the ravines, forming brooks at the mountain's base.
The stream was very clear.
Qin Qing pretended to come to the water's edge, scooped up some water, and drank a mouthful of the refreshing and sweet stream water.
It was invigorating, as if it was infused with the fragrance of the wild mountains.
Suddenly.
Qin Qing burst out in a sprint.
His speed was so fast, it was like a bolt of lightning!
And at that moment, on a rock beside the stream, a black bird was perched, seemingly hunting for fish in the water.
