Another five days flashed by.
That day, a group of people returned from the mountains outside the village.
"The hunting party is back!"
"Yay, we get to eat meat again!"
The children cheered and rushed out of the village.
Every village had a hunting party. Their task was to venture deep into the mountains and hunt down ferocious beasts. Large villages had two or more hunting parties, but Great Wind Village had only a little over a hundred households, with merely a few dozen people capable of fighting. Naturally, it had only one hunting party. Thus, everyone eagerly awaited the hunting party's return each time. Sometimes they returned after half a month, sometimes after a month; waiting one or two months was not unheard of. Those were the most agonizing times for the villagers.
The hunting party's leader, Feng Dachuan, was tall and powerfully built, radiating an imposing air. Like Feng Lie, he was a Supreme. Great Wind Village had three Supremes in total: the current village chief, the old village chief, and the hunting party leader.
Behind Feng Dachuan followed a black hunting hound. It was a Supreme-level canine ferocious beast—the Black-Wind Tyrant Hound. In terms of rarity, it was only slightly inferior to the Starry Sky Bearhound, and it was incomparably savage.
Feng Lie led the villagers out to meet them. Looking over the hunting party and seeing that no one was missing, he asked, "It must have gone smoothly this time, for you to be back so soon."
The hunting party had set out half a month ago.
Feng Dachuan patted his chest and laughed. "Our luck was good. Not a single man died. With me, Feng Dachuan, here, what is there to fear?"
"It's good that no one died. How were the gains?" Aside from casualties,