After listening to Sun Wannian's explanation, Yang Guang finally understood what he meant.
This wild boar was different from a domestic pig. In the wild, it liked to soak in mud. It rubbed its skin against the tree trunk to relieve the itch. After a long time, its skin was hard and thick. No matter how sharp Sun Wannian's pig slaughtering knife was, it would not work.
After listening to him, Yang Guang smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Uncle Sun, your knife isn't sharp enough. Mine is definitely sharp enough!"
After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room. He took out a shiny scimitar.
This scimitar was the one he had seized in the mountains last time. At that time, his woodcutter had been directly cut off by it. It could be seen how sharp this thing was.
After coming back, Yang Guang left it behind.
