Several days later, deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, in a dense forest.
A leopard cloaked in coin-shaped patterns fled in terror, its four legs pounding across the forest floor, occasionally emitting angry roars.
This leopard was two to three Zhang long, with a sleek body and a powerful aura. Wherever it passed, birds and insects scattered in fright; it was unmistakably a second-level fierce beast.
There were no wounds on the leopard's body, but blood was continuously trickling from the corner of its mouth.
No matter how desperately the beast ran, the blood by its mouth flowed more profusely, its speed rapidly diminishing until it finally collapsed to the ground, never to move again.
Two hundred zhang away in a clump of grass, the air trembled gently, and a green silhouette slowly emerged—it was Yuan Ming.
He was draped in a gray cloak gifted by Xi Ying, which now took on a jade green color, completely blending with the surrounding environment.
