Dawn broke in the east, and all things stirred back to life. A mist of dew shrouded the whole of Wo Niu Peak, and cries of rare and exotic beasts rose now and then from the mountain forests.
Young Xing Wu lay prone in his grass hide, having waited for nearly two hours. Unlike his bold, unrestrained father, years in the hunting trade had given him patience and endurance far beyond those of his peers. Coupled with his naturally steady, unassuming disposition, it made him exceptionally captivating at that moment, like a young hunting king of the Ten Thousand Mountains.
In those nearly two hours, two Messenger Birds had landed nearby and four massive exotic beasts had passed, but Xing Wu had been certain of a one-shot kill on none of them. He had only watched quietly until they left, remaining motionless.
At last, shortly after the midpoint of Mao Hour, heavy footfalls came from across the river before him.
Xing Wu half-closed his eyes, his ears twitching, and thought in delighted surprise, This... this is a five-hundred-jin second-rank Pingpeng Pig?! Hehe, our honored guests from afar are in for a treat.
He opened his bright, dark eyes, gently parted the weeds with his right hand, and squinted across the river.
Before long, an exceptionally burly black-haired boar with thick hide, tough flesh, and a very bizarre appearance swaggered out of the forest.
One glance was enough to tell that this black-haired boar was no ordinary creature: it had a head at either end of its body. As it descended the mountain, one head watched the water ahead while the other cautiously surveyed the forest behind.
"Roar!"
It stood beside the water, shook the hair on its body, and let out an earth-shaking howl.
At that cry, a hundred birds