It took Xuefeng only about half an hour to replenish his Spirit Qi, thanks to the steady glow of the Spirit Stones clutched in his palms. With each exhalation, his breathing grew steadier, stronger, until his reserves brimmed once again. Opening his eyes, he caught the mouthwatering aroma drifting through the clearing—freshly grilled meat.
He rose and joined Wuying and Xiao Wen around a simple makeshift hearth. A small fire crackled beneath the cooking stone, sending up swirls of fragrant smoke. The steaks, crisp and golden at the edges, sizzled as their savory juices dripped onto the hot surface.
"Mmm, smells incredible," Xuefeng said, grabbing one of the slabs. His stomach let out a loud protest—he'd only had a single bun for breakfast, and that was long behind him. He was pleasantly surprised to see plates and utensils laid out. "You two did a great job."
