To the greetings of these 'acquaintances', Chen Mu merely responded with a courteous nod, exchanging the spoils of his hunt for needed grain and supplies in town, before returning home to his mountain abode, continuing his routine of reflection on the Path of Time from dawn to dusk.
And so it went on.
Spring passed and autumn came, nearly ten years flew by unnoticed.
In Qingcheng Town below, people gradually began addressing Chen Mu as 'Master Qiu' instead of 'Brother Qiu'.
Master Qiu, a renowned head hunter known for miles around, known for venturing alone into the depths of Qingcheng Mountain, slaying fierce tigers, killing black bears, and even dispersing a pack of over twenty wild wolves, killing eight with his own hands!
"Master Qiu."
A man in a long robe, with two servants, arrived on the mountain, stopping outside Chen Mu's small house, and called out: "Master Qiu, I am Li Youde, here specifically to request the purchase of a top-quality tiger skin..."
Creak.
