Ninghai Zen was already waiting at Hunting Tiger Manor, the celestial cyan robe standing out among the rough cloth garments around.
Sitting in the tea house, he glanced at Bai Qi, who was carrying a bow and arrows, nodded, and said:
"Not bad, you finally understand the purpose of coming here, without the leisure tourist mindset of strolling through the countryside."
"Master, you jest. Five hundred miles of mountain paths, who knows how many mystical creatures and monsters dwell, not to mention the natural miasma, which can't be easily traversed."
Bai Qi flipped off his horse, helping Ah Di stabilize himself on the stirrup with a jump, landing firmly, then instructed:
"I've spoken with Song Qiying, the head of Hunting Tiger Manor also belongs to the Song Family. You should stay in the courtyard there and avoid roaming at night. Once your brother is done, I'll take you into the mountains to look for that bird."
Bai Ming nodded vigorously, indicating he would not cause trouble.
