Dawn over the mountain woods was covered with a hint of mist as the sun leapt over the distant mountains, washing its redness over the foggy forest. Everything was glittering with a touch of gold and stained with a prismatic hue, a truly enjoyable view.
Chu Feng was enveloped by the warmth of the rising dawn as he circulated his breathing technique—this was his "morning service"—at the same time, he was observing the two king-level entities, barely containing his appetite.
He traversed the mountain woods without so much as a sound and approached his quarry.
Even after reaching the king level, the beasts could scarcely do away with their racial habits, with the pheasant bobbing its head forward with each step it took. "Could it be that Chu Feng has really died and got eaten by wild beasts?"
The moose was also quite dissatisfied. "Just where is this Demon King Chu? It’s already been so many days but we’ve yet to find him. This is truly odd!"
