It was already dark, and descending the mountain would be unsafe, so Zhao Lin spent the night on Eagle Beak Cliff.
The next day, he brought the Black-horned Antelope's corpse down from the clifftop. He raced down the path, thoroughly enjoying the exhilarating speed.
Zhao Lin felt his running speed had more than doubled. If he were to compare himself to an animal, he could probably run nearly as fast as a horse.
He carried the Black-horned Antelope back home, put it down, had a quick bite to eat, and immediately rushed to the Liuhe Sect.
He was paying for his martial arts training, so missing a day meant wasting a day's tuition. Now that he had absorbed the second Essence Soul, he couldn't afford to waste any more time.
As he passed through the county town's main gate, Zhao Lin stopped to take a closer look at a notice. It was a wanted poster for Drilling Mountain Leopard and his key subordinates.
