Beneath Eagle Grief Cliff, in the northern district of Market Fortress.
Lu Tu, the butcher, hugged a massive, spicy pig-rabbit head, his face glistening with grease as he gnawed on it.
"Those fellows should be done for by now," Lu Tu thought to himself with eager anticipation.
"All I wanted was to earn a bit more White Jade Coins. When you see the Netherworld's Mingjun, don't curse me for being sneaky."
Thinking of the large stockpile of Exotic Beast Meat he had amassed, Lu Tu couldn't help but feel thrilled.
He had reported all the groups that bought Exotic Beasts from the mountain people of East Ridge as smugglers and traitors.
Once these people were caught, the meat prices at Eagle Grief Cliff would skyrocket immediately.
"Once I make a killing on this, I'll retreat back to Jade Spring Mountain."
"With that White Jade, I'll have enough to peacefully cultivate for two years."
"Once I've broken through illusions and trained in Mana, hmph hmph..."
Creak...
