“Old Grandpa, you walk slowly,” Bai Xiachenc decides to say that after finding the crazy old coot was jumping around too much in the area and putting himself into dangerous spots. “Dragony, you hold his hand so he doesn’t run off and get lost, I alone will be enough to clear the path for us.”


  “Okay.” Dragony originally wanted to go back to as she’s instructed, but the second she started walking over the old senior bolted. Not to the side or in the opposite direction though, rather its directly for the little steambun who’s leading the party like a rushing bull.

  Bai Xiachen honestly didn’t know what was happening when he got charged. However, by the time he came back to his senses he was already thrown to the floor and staring upwards at the sky.

  Boom!!!

  An invisible force from the back suddenly brushes past the toppled pair and smashes into a nearby tree, causing the huge stumpy trunk to explode from the impact and toppling over the last of the towering remains.

  What the? I didn’t even notice that attack just now yet this old man can react so quick. Is he really some random beggar?

  “Oh that was so scary, so scary.” Despite what this old coot just did, he did not act like anything worthy of being called a powerful individual. In fact, that goofy grin and chicken coop at the top continued to give the iron masked image of a senile old elder.

  “Highness,” Dragony runs over to help the boy up, “are you alright, did you get hit anywhere?”


  “I’m fine.” Turning sharp in the eye, Bai Xiachen stares in the direction of where the attack came from.

  “Come Dragony, let’s go see what’s happening over there.”


  Although the little missy was very afraid of what lies ahead, she nevertheless listened to the little steambun’s instruction out of habit. She’s always been obedient to the boy’s words and this won’t be any different.

  ……


  Up ahead, the entire area had been flattened instead of the tree filled terrain like the rest of the forest, but that’s not the most important bit in their view, it’s the group of hunters and woman at the center of their encirclement. The lady’s covered in blood and appeared enraged by the foes.

  “Spirit Fox, you have nowhere else to hide anymore after escaping us for so many years, hahaha!” The one saying this was a man that had an elderly but muscular appearance. “I’ll give you a chance, submit to me or die by my sword!”


  The woman wearing the green dress in the middle promptly sneered at the proposal. Even though she’s clearly at a disadvantage and likely on the last leg, those eyes remain stubborn and full of fire. “Submit to you? Dream on! I am Spirit Fox, even if my soul is destroyed I will never surrender to the likes of you!”


  “In that case, I’ll grant your wish….” Narrowing those old eyes in, the buffed elderly individual in charge of the hunters revealed a glint of murderous intent when he drew his blade.

  ……


  Bathump!

  Just then right as the cold hard steel was about to slash down from above, a small rustling sound from the side had caught their attention, causing the hunters to pause and look over. They could see it’s a young little boy stumbling out from behind a huge tree, and considering those fear filled eyes, they figured the newcomer were no threat to the group.

  “Who are you?” the elder asks with a demanding tone and made the little boy burst into tears.