Gu Zheng's sharp brows twitched. Instead of giving immediate chase, he hung back and trailed them.
WHOOSH WHOOSH~
Seven or eight members of the Iron Lion Race fled ahead.
Gu Zheng followed at a leisurely pace.
The chase soon led them out of the forest and onto an adjacent mountain.
Before long, rows of crude, primitive wooden buildings at the foot of the mountain came into Gu Zheng's view.
The seven or eight members of the Iron Lion Race in the lead dashed through a large wooden gate.
They then started shouting and roaring to alert the rest of the Iron Lion Race.
By the time Gu Zheng reached the gate of what was clearly an imitation of a human mountain stronghold, members of the Iron Lion Race, both old and young, were emerging from their dwellings.
Many of them clutched human thighs or arms in their claws, gnawing on them blissfully.
They didn't even bother to wipe the fresh blood from their mouths.
