Ying Qingcang wrapped his arms around Xin Qing worriedly. "Shh, shh, don't be scared. It's just a pig."

"That's a wild boar!" Chen Huan exclaimed, finding Ying Qingcang's irrelevant placation utterly contemptible. The point, which Ying Qingcang's paltry attempt at comfort had totally missed, was this: Where did that monstrous thing fall from?

Two people ran over from somewhere nearby. One of them had a build similar to King Kong. He stopped in front of the wild ...