Zhou Yang had some misgivings, but seeing the weasel leave sensibly, he couldn't be bothered to dwell on it. The creature wasn't important. His main priority was reaching the other side quickly to harvest the Century-old Ginseng.
After holstering his dagger and pistol, Zhou Yang returned to the base of the makeshift wooden bridge and began pushing with all his might. He hadn't been at it for long when he felt something scramble onto his waist. With a swift side-step, the small thing tumbled off.
"You again, you wretched weasel!"
Chapter 138