As expected, the moment Han Yu stepped within ten meters of the lodge, a door swung open with a creak.
A man in thick fur robes looked out, tense at first.
But upon seeing a human and not a beast, he relaxed slightly. His gaze drifted over Han Yu's appearance and widened a bit. Han Yu's robes were torn in several places, patched roughly with mismatched fur strips. His boots were scuffed. He looked like he had walked through hell.
"You look like you've been fighting mountains, friend," the man said with a half laugh. "Who are you? I almost thought you were an Evil Mountain Spirit."
'Evil Mountain Spirit?' Han Yu was a bit surprised but still gave him a casual smile and responded with a name he had used twice already during his travels.
"Chen Xiu. A traveler passing through," he said. "And you should know that a pack of Frost Hill Wolves is already headed this way."
The man's casual expression froze. He blinked twice as if he had misheard.
"No shit?"
