At the foot of Mount Wutai, inside a shabby hut, a man with a scar was sharpening a knife. The knife made a loud, screeching noise.
His eyes were fierce, and there was a mole near his mouth.
He grinned.
"It seems like someone is here. I'm finally going to have fun."
***
The weather was still a little hot, but Jiang Ming and the others had already arrived at the foot of the mountain.
They planned to climb the mountain.
Since this cat demon was benevolent, they might not be able to meet each other. They might as well venture into the mountain to entertain themselves and relieve their fatigue.
As soon as he took his first step, Jiang Ming noticed that there seemed to be an inexplicable round wave on the ground.
He took a step back but found that the thing was gone again. He suspected that he might have been mistaken, so he continued to walk forward.