The atmosphere was majestic and expansive; his pace unhurried yet strong, each step carrying him dozens of feet forward. His square face was calm as still water, a worried expression faintly visible.
The rich aroma of roasted meat wafted through the wilderness. A beast leg, frighteningly large, was pierced by a steel spear, roasting over a fire, with occasional drippings of fat sizzling loudly.
As the skin of the pig turned golden brown, Zong Shou carefully brushed another layer of fragrant oil onto it and coated it with spices, making the aroma even more mouth-watering.
The Wild Toothed Pig, weighing over four tons, had been divided into several portions. At least half of it had been fed to the Stepping Cloud Colts named beside them. Mixed with yellow bean fodder, they were enjoying it immensely.
Only three pig legs remained, and apart from one that was being roasted, Yiin Yang and Su Chuxue each held one, eating greasily.
