The autumn insects chirp, the mountain landscape gradually loses its lush green, the leaves hint at yellowing, and some maple leaves are tinged with red. A clear stream gurgles softly, carrying scattered fallen leaves into the distance.
Qin Ming found the red squirrel's stash outside the village, dug out a handful of pine nuts from a tree hollow, and snacked as he walked away.
The red squirrel, perched on the Heibai Dual Trees, sensed something was amiss, looked up suspiciously, and its eyes widened upon seeing the pine nut shells casually discarded on the road.
It realized its "home" had been "robbed" again and couldn't help but exclaim, "Wo Ni Ma!"
Qin Ming traveled alone, his figure gradually vanishing into the night.
The Thunder King Bird was left behind in the Black and White Mountain area, mainly because it was too conspicuous to travel low-profile with him.
In the night sky, the Thunder King Bird circled, watching the road that led into the distance.
