Reality, however, always differs from ideals.
Zhou Yang crept closer until he reached a patch of weeds on the other side of the small hill where the muntjac stood. He crouched down and discovered that the muntjac seemed to have finished grazing and was preparing to wander off.
Resting his arms on the soft, yielding soil, Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes, his gaze never once wavering from the muntjac and the tiger.
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