"My lord, please calm down, please calm down. I'm the son of a hunter from the city. My name is Mu Zeng. I went hunting in the mountains with my father this morning. Around three in the afternoon, we managed to kill a three-year-old doe sika deer weighing over sixty kilograms. It was too heavy, and the mountain paths were rough, so we could only cut it up and carry it back in portions.
"My father took a third of the venison back to the city first, leaving me behind to watch over the rest. But after he left, night fell, and he still hadn't returned.
"So I decided to spend the night there. I lit a fire to drive away the nighttime chill, sat beside the crackling flames, and roasted a kilogram of delicious fresh venison. One gentle bite, and it was crisp outside and tender inside, filling my mouth with its fragrance and warming my belly as it went down. You have no idea how wonderful it tasted.
"But that damned beast-I mean a black leopard-ruined everything. It sprang at me from behind like a Silver-Headed Treasure Arrow loosed from a bow. It was incredibly fast. That's their signature killing move.
"Luckily, I was quick enough to dodge its attack. I abandoned what was left of the doe and fled through the night by moonlight. The black leopard must have been hungry for quite some time, because it didn't chase me. It turned to devour the doe instead. As I fled, I could hear it huffing and tearing into the meat behind me, the sound of sharp teeth piercing flesh.
"It wasn't chasing me, but who knew whether that doe would fill its belly? Even if it ate its fill, some beasts chase things for sport to help