"Young Clan Leader, I know." Just then, a boy raised his hand from the middle of the crowd. He was slender and dark-skinned, with a youthful face, but his eyes were bright and full of spirit. "I know," he answered in a low voice.
"Zhang Xiang, right? Go ahead," Cheng Zongyang said with a small smile.
'He knew this kid. He was the youngest of the group, but also the most determined.'
'When the Hunting Hall was being formed, he'd had his men go out to find recruits. This boy, however, was the only one who had personally come to him and repeatedly asked to join, which was why Cheng Zongyang had allowed him in.'
'Reportedly, he also had an older sister who had now joined the Medicine Hall.'
Ignoring everyone else, the boy, Zhang Xiang, immediately squeezed his way from the back of the crowd to the front. He looked at the wild boar and spoke in a low voice:
