Eagle Grief Cliff, twenty li to the southwest, within a dense forest covered by trees as tall as fifteen or sixteen floors.
Coughing and grunting sounds grew from distant to near.
Hundreds of sturdy black goats, with antlers as tall as a man, ambled over.
Shang Huan rode astride a black goat, his face clouded with worry, "We can't do this business anymore."
Sitting on the back of the black goat as well, the six siblings of Wu Mountain simultaneously turned their heads, causing Shang Huan's whole body to tense up.
Shang Huan tried not to look at the others, addressing only Lu Ku, "Brother, the rumors lately seem quite troubling."
"Someone's investigating us? Let's kill them," Ai Ji said indifferently.
Shang Huan shook his head with a bitter smile, "It's precisely because there's been no probing that I feel something's off."
"Since we started this business, there have always been people snooping around, both openly and in secret."
