Just then, a young man hurried over carrying a food box. He bowed his head and said, "Lord Zhao, this is your brunch."
"Hm. Where's Li Shi?"
A villager named Li Shi usually delivered his meals. Since it was someone new today, Zhao Lin found it a little strange and asked casually.
A sad expression appeared on the young man's face. "My dad got hurt," he said. "He can't bring the food today."
"Hurt? How?"
"He was gored by a wild boar."
"Tell me everything."
Zhao Lin frowned, a flicker of doubt in his mind.
Martial arts were prevalent in Yan Province, and most of the able-bodied men in Shimang Village had practiced them to some extent. There were even two who had successfully completed the Skin Tempering stage, and Li Shi was one of them. Dealing with an ordinary wild boar should have been no problem for him.
"Actually… it wasn't exactly a wild boar. It was one we raised ourselves. It just… it just looks like a wild boar…"
