After cultivating in the mountains for more than a month, Wang Chen's physique had grown considerably.
But the original body had been only fifteen, so he still retained a trace of youthful immaturity.
Anyone with sharp eyes could see it.
Every one of these hunters had a keen eye, yet they had never seen a young man who dared venture alone into the depths of the mountains—and who had even killed a tiger!
The hunters could not help exchanging glances.
One of them, a rugged-looking hunter, hesitated before asking, "Little brother, did you kill this tiger?"
Wang Chen nodded without betraying any emotion. "Yes."
"Impressive."
The rugged hunter gave him a thumbs-up. "A hero truly emerges in his youth!"
He swiftly weighed the matter in his mind. Without knowing Wang Chen's background, there was no need to offend someone whose depths they could not fathom, lest they bring disaster upon themselves.
A tiger was indeed valuable, but not valuable enough to pay such a steep price for!
The rugged hunter began to think of retreating and was just about to back down when a young hunter beside him stared at Wang Chen with a strange look in his eyes, then hurriedly leaned over and whispered a few words into his ear.
The rugged hunter froze for a moment as he listened, then abruptly turned to look at Wang Chen.
"Little brother..."
He asked tentatively, "Is your surname Ling?"
"That's right."
Wang Chen smiled. "I am Ling Zhiyuan of the Ling Family of Anyang City!"
"So it really is you!"
The rugged hunter's face immediately lit up with delight. Rubbing his hands excitedly, he said, "Young Master Ling, we've been looking for you. Now that we've finally found you, hurry and come with us."
As he spoke, he quickly approached Wang