"Old Wang, what are you going to do?"
"Haha, Old Wang, you've really struck it rich!"
"You've got a great eye."
Wang Yang gradually lost himself amid the admiring glances.
He hurriedly sent Wang Xinqian to the store to buy a carton of cigarettes, then handed them out to the villagers who had helped bring the Ancient Beast back.
"Look at Chen Yan..." Wang Yang said with a hearty laugh. As he gazed at the Ancient Beast in the courtyard, as huge as a small mountain, he didn't even know what to say.
Soon, the villagers who had come to see the Ancient Beast left, and the courtyard fell quiet.
Wang Xinqian stared blankly at the Ancient Beast.
"Chen Yan's got a little too much nerve..."
Wang Xinqian murmured, her eyes filled with shock.
Wang Yang was taken aback and looked at Wang Xinqian.
"What do you mean?"
Wang Xinqian shook her head.
"Dad, do you remember the pound of Ancient Beast Meat I brought back last night?"
Wang Yang nodded. Wang Xinqian gave a bitter smile.
"I saw a powerful expert kill it. That expert charged through Qingshan, stirring up waves of wind. Of the Ancient Beasts I saw him kill, there were at least three.
I saw this one yesterday, too.
I didn't dare take much. I only dared to cut off a pound. Yet Chen Yan brought the whole thing back down."
There was still a trace of fear in Wang Xinqian's eyes. Even if that expert hadn't intended to keep what he killed, she still shouldn't have made such a grand spectacle of taking it.
Wang Yang frowned, then soon smiled.
"That can't be. I know Chen Yan. He wouldn't do something like that."
"But..." Wang Xinqian looked at Wang Yang.
"The pound of meat