Early the next morning, just as the sky began to lighten, the native chickens in the mountains started to become active.
Although these hens couldn't crow at dawn, they clucked incessantly, quickly waking up Liu Sheng, who had just closed his eyes not long ago.
Liu Sheng sneezed and slowly stood up, trembling.
After a night of torment, his resentment toward Wu Xiaoyu had only grown. However, having witnessed Wu Xiaoyu's ferocity and cunning, he dared not make any move and dejectedly headed down the mountain.
As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, he ran into several cousins from the Wu Family, each carrying a bamboo basket and heading up the mountain.
Wu Daqing walked up and smiled, asking, "You're already heading up the mountain this early?"
