He saw that a family of six had moved into a new home. A fence had been put up around their riverside yard, and several small children were running around wildly, playing and roughhousing.
Qin Fang was momentarily dazed, then he let out a soft sigh. After watching for a while, he tore through the air and shot straight for Old Ox Mountain.
Once he reached Wanshui, Old Ox Mountain was very close. After no more than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, the familiar sight of Old Ox Back was already visible in the distance.
Qin Fang's eyes immediately fell upon the small cave near the summit... The large rock he had used to block its entrance before leaving was still there.
It was now July, and the vegetation was lush and overgrown, covering everything so densely there were no gaps to be seen...
Qin Fang breathed a sigh of relief.
'Looks like no one found it.'
He didn't head for the cave immediately. Instead, he made his way toward the foot of the mountain.
