Once the two Clear River Carps were finished cooking, both Feng and the Blackwood Ruler eagerly dug in.
The rich, smoky aroma of the fish filled the air and the crispy, golden-brown skin crackled as Feng took his first bite, revealing the tender, succulent flesh beneath.
The Blackwood Ruler was also clearly satisfied, its tail wagging in left and right as it devoured its share.
Occasionally, it let out a low, contented rumble, savoring every mouthful.
It was a rare sight—such a powerful spiritual beast simply enjoying a good meal.
Feng was equally happy.
The taste of cooked spiritual beast meat was unlike anything he had ever experienced in Raincloud Village.
Compared to the simple meals he had grown up with, this was a feast fit for a king.
To have eaten two whole spiritual beasts in a row here, in the Blackwood Ruler's territory, filled him with an immense sense of satisfaction.
