As the sun drifted to the west, so too did dusk slowly descend over the village.

Strains of flowing and resonant mountain songs echoed in the woods as fifty men carried eight enormous beasts on their shoulders. Stepping forward in high spirits, they headed in the direction of home. Eight beasts amounting to a thousand kilograms of meat was an enormous harvest for the hunting party.

They’d destroyed the previously set traps, especially those that’d caught game, recreating them in a location very far away from the original. The beasts of the mountains were intelligent creatures—they would decrease their wandering in an area where one of their kind had been injured.

Lu Yun also returned with a full basket in tow. All sorts of herbs poked out of it, but...