Moao Calendar, Year 131, September 25th, nighttime.
At the entrance of Qinghe Village, a middle-aged man with a long spear, his demeanor steady, leads a hunting team of about ten people, dragging two huge prey seven to eight meters long, coming from outside the village.
It was nighttime, and not only were there patrolling personnel at the village entrance, but many people were coming in and out. The middle-aged man clearly had some reputation in Qinghe Village, as many greeted him as soon as he entered.
"Captain Zhang Qin, quite a haul today!"
"Hahaha, not bad, not bad!"
"Two Intermediate Cold Beasts in one night, your team is getting stronger!"
"Luck was on our side tonight, hahaha."
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