Han Lin prepared himself, taking his Huangling Saber and slung it across his back, then set off toward Cangxuan Mountain. Venturing out into the world of immortals, he feared nothing. Since ancient times, heroes have never feared hardship, and the world of cultivation is filled with capable people. Han Lin was no slouch either; he was constantly on the path to growing stronger.
Zhou Ping said, "The spiritual qi in this mountain is rich, and there are tons of fish in Cloud Creek Valley. Big fish, small fish, so many of them." Back on Zixiao Mountain, he would often go to the fish ponds to catch fish, and if he didn't catch any, he wouldn't go home all day.
Zhou Ping was probably craving fish, having not eaten braised fish in a long time. On the contrary, he had grown sick of eating the wild chickens and ducks from the mountain. Han Lin knew that Zhou Ping simply loved meat; he wouldn't even eat meals without meat. He was truly a rare specimen.
Chapter 32