Seeing that Zhao Li had already settled in the clan and would have to go up the mountain in the future, the village chief thought it over briefly, then had Zhao Li join the village's training group.
When Zhao Li heard the village chief say this, he grew excited and hurriedly asked for more details.
"Can I? Can I become as strong as these big brothers?"
Seeing Zhao Li's skinny little appearance, the village chief ultimately could not bring himself to nod against his conscience. He merely chuckled and said in a booming voice:
"Silly kid, what are you thinking? They're the strongest hunters in the village. You, a skinny monkey, want to compare yourself to them? Just train properly with them and make yourself a bit sturdier first."
Zhao Li nodded awkwardly, gave an "oh," and said no more, quietly following the crowd as he waited for the meat to be distributed.
Over these roughly two months, Zhao Li could be considered to have established himself in the village. Everyone had already come to regard him as one of their own, and whenever something happened on ordinary days, they would bring him along.
And this peaceful village life was something Zhao Li had only experienced again after nearly thirty years. His state of mind was completely different from before.
Very soon, Zhao Li received the Magical Beast meat allotted to him and carried it back to the wooden hut he had built. He began to look forward to tomorrow.
The night passed without incident. The next day, when the sky had only just begun to brighten, Zhao Li got up early. After tidying himself up simply, he arrived at the square in front of the Ancestral Hall.
After two months of observation, Zhao Li naturally knew that the training