A few days later, Mike was cultivating his sword skill in the ancient forest nearby when he suddenly heard a ruckus at the mountainside. It seemed like a huge group of people had gathered over there.
Mike put away the Ancient Sword of Great Yan. Clutching his bag made of animal fur, he went to the mountaintop to look downwards.
There was a large notice board on the foot of the mountain. Hundreds of disciples were chattering enthusiastically among themselves around it and many more rushed over to join them from elsewhere.
"Today's the second hunting feast. I've been looking forward to it for a long time." Mike could hear one of them chirrup from his position.
"Where is it this time?"
"It's at Shrine Hills, more than 400 miles away from the Blue Cloud Sect. It's in the deepe
