Mu Qiankun quickened his pace and sprinted downwards when he heard someone calling for him.
"Boss, why are you running?" Zhao Dong merely wanted to ask for directions, but seeing Mu Qiankun run like a scared rabbit made him think he had frightened him and chased after him, "Don't be scared, we're not bad people. We just want to ask for directions, that's all."
Mu Qiankun didn't want to face him, but couldn't outrun Zhao Dong so he had no choice but to stop and turn around.
When he saw Zhao Dong's face, his whole being froze in shock, pupils constricting, heart rate accelerating.
"Boss, what's wrong with you? Do I look like a ghost? Did I really scare you?" Zhao Dong touched his own face, feeling quite good about himself—he didn't think he looked menacing at all.
"No... nothing," Mu Qiankun wiped away a bead of cold sweat and pointed towards the back of the mountain, "There's another path over there that's easier to walk than this one, but it's a bit more out of the way."
