Chapter 11: A Taste That Ends Too Soon
The next day, early morning, Chen Li yawned as he pushed open the door.
He happened to see Zhou Hong's man getting ready to leave.
This man, surnamed Gao and named Bo, had a tall and burly stature, with half-closed eyes that occasionally flashed a fierce light. It was said that he was in the late stages of Qi Cultivation. He usually left early and returned late, so Chen Li rarely saw him.
"Fellow Daoist Gao, are you heading out?" Chen Li greeted courteously with a cupped-fist salute, feeling inexplicably guilty and short of breath.
"Hmm!" Gao Bo was a man of few words. He glanced at Chen Li, nodded, and then hurried away.
Chen Li didn't mind the other's cold attitude and turned back into his room, cursing himself in his thoughts:
'Really, why feel guilty.'
'Absolutely ridiculous!'
...
More than ten days later.
Early one morning, after several days of mental preparation, Chen Li, fully armed, gritted his teeth and walked toward the wilderness.