"Whew! Wang Jian, how is it going on your side?" A mature male voice asked with a hint of fatigue.
The one called Wang Jian, who was a stocky man with messy stubble and an axe in his hand, sighed and stood up from where he was resting.
"Wang Dabao, you should already know. The village is struggling to find food nowadays, and our next generation of youths absolutely need meat to practice their martial arts."
Wang Jian stretched his hand out to the forest around them with a hint of frustration. "We have been searching and hunting for over two weeks, and we have yet to even see a single hare! It's like all the animals have suddenly disappeared!"
Wang Dabao, who was an older man with graying hair but a strong body forged from years of martial practice, rubbed his head in agreement. "It is very strange. I have consulted with the village chief before, and he said that this phenomenon is something he has never heard of before."
