Chapter 408 - Annoying!
The Xia People had high standards. Anything they regarded as good was naturally, good.
Shao Xuan also believed that the bony plates on the backs of hundred-year-old crocodiles must make very good armour.
“The armour you’re wearing, is it made of a hundred-year-old crocodile?” asked Shao Xuan.
Gongjia Heng was wearing a several-piece suit made of crocodile. When you looked closer, you could see that they were different from this crocodile. The chest plate and the back had different patterns.
“This?” Gongjia Heng had delight in his eyes. “This crocodile was over two hundred years old, it’s different.”
The hardness of this armour was double of a plate made from a hundred-year-old crocodile. This crocodile in front of him was nothing to him. Plus the two-hundred-year-old crocodile was a lot bigger than this one. Gongjia Heng was delighted to be able to hunt such a large animal.
“The large one in the river, the one you mentioned. How old is it?” Shao Xuan was referring to Gongjia Heng’s archnemesis.
Gongjia Heng knew he was walking in the right direction all along and yet he still couldn’t find Gongjia Mountain! He may look like an easygoing person on the surface but when he thought about how hard he looked for twenty years, and the uncertainty of the future… Fuck, he was panicking!
Shao Xuan scratched his nose, itchy from straw flakes. “I don’t know either, I’ll have to do another session when I arrive.” It was the truth.
Gongjia Heng had nothing to say.
The sky was darkening. Shao Xuan had to stay the night. However, he didn’t sleep in the cave or the stone house. Instead, he slept in a small treehouse. This was another resting spot built by Gongjia Heng. When there was danger, he also hid there.
That night, Shao Xuan fell asleep the moment he lay down on the bed in the treehouse. However, in the stonehouse under the tree, Gongjia Heng could not sleep. He tossed and turned on his bed.
Since he couldn’t force himself to sleep, he decided to enter the forging room.
When his mind was a mess, he would visit the forging room. Then he would aimlessly hammer on metal pieces. He wasn’t making anything, it was just to vent his emotions.
He struck. Clang!
Should he go looking for the mountain with the kid?
He struck again. Clang!
But, he still had his pride. A Xia person asking for a tribesman’s help? Face was very important to him.
He struck once again. Clang!
He hadn’t been able to find it for twenty years. Maybe this kid could help him?
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Aargh! This is annoying! Annoying!