Li Banfeng turned to look at the man who had spoken, a thirty-something dressed in a leather jacket, wearing a fur cap, with a Short Knife slung across his body and a quiver of arrows on his back.
"Who are you?" Li Banfeng asked.
"A hunter," the man replied. "This is your first time in Sanpan River's New Land, isn't it?"
Li Banfeng nodded, then asked, "What did you just say about a tooth monster?"
The hunter slurred his words, and Li Banfeng hadn't quite caught what he said.
The hunter repeated himself. "The Lin Li Blood Fang Monster. Everyone who has been to Sanpan River knows you can't go up Bloody Fang Mountain."
The Lin Li Blood Fang Monster, that name was quite a mouthful.
Li Banfeng glanced at the lush greenness of Bloody Fang Mountain and asked the hunter, "Have you ever seen the Blood Fang Monster?"
"I have. I always hunt in this New Land."
"What does the Blood Fang Monster look like?"
