"You, do you capture yao?" Yang-er-shenzi strove to absorb the words from just before, repeatedly casting a glance at this man before her; he had a large belly and a wide forehead, and as he spoke, his right leg was placed on the threshold, the shaking of his leg even more fragmented than his words. The two young ladies behind him were unexpectedly dignified, their faces as neat as if from a landscape painting, their expressions half hidden and half revealed, and when looking at them carefully, there was unexpectedly some strength of Daoist practitioner's character. "Ah," Tu Laoyao replied, drawing Yang-er-shenzi's back, his foot pressing against the threshold once more, and he asked her, "has there been anything out of the ordinary?" Song Shijiu held Li Shiyi's hand behind her back, calmly and collectedly looking about. Three days ago, they'd received a letter from Yushiqie, saying that the strange beast of Mount Zhongshan, the Bashe, had ...