Another day arrived in the blink of an eye.
That day, an impressive luxury car pulled up next to the large green stone at the foot of She Mountain. It was the kind of vehicle rarely seen in a small town, something one would expect to find only in a bustling metropolis.
A slim, middle-aged man stepped out of the car. His face was sickly pale, and a sinister, phantom chill clung to him, giving him the cold air of a venomous snake.
Fortunately, there were no Snake Catchers near Daqing Mountain just then. Had there been, the sight of this middle-aged man would have left them utterly astounded.
Bai Town had once produced two genius Snake Catchers, figures worthy of being recorded in the annals of the trade's history. In their presence, any venomous snake was rendered helpless, becoming like a mere toy with no power to resist.
However, one had died ten years ago, while the other had left Bai Town even earlier, his whereabouts unknown.
