In the shrubbery.
A boar is lowering its head to gnaw at the roots and stems of the grass.
The tender roots are very high in water content.
For the boar, it's quite a nice meal.
Just as the boar is happily enjoying this exquisite brunch.
In front of it, the shrubbery suddenly begins to rustle.
There's movement!
Many days of outdoor living have revived some of the wild instincts in the boar's genes.
It watches the bushes warily, abandoning its brunch.
Quickly, the noise grows louder.
The boar grunts a warning, trying to scare away whatever's in the shrubbery.
But that thing's target is very clear—it's the boar!
A metal long spear gleaming with a cold light pierces through the shrubbery.
Then, out steps Yan Bian.
With stones clutched in his left hand and a long spear in his right, his eyes shimmer with danger as he stares intently at the boar.
The boar panics.
Its intelligence far exceeds that of a sheep.
It can sense the danger Yan Bian presents.
