"I will go hunt," declared Yan Xing and without wasting a moment, he vanished into the dense foliage of the forest, blending seamlessly with the shadows.
"Me too", Jun Yuan said and followed after Yan Xing disappearing into the depths of the wilderness.
Observing the two men as they seamlessly melded into the wilderness, Yang Hao turned to Zhao Ling, his eyes alight with a sense of responsibility. "Young Chief, allow me to gather dry twigs for the fire," he said.
A gentle smile graced Zhao Ling's face as she nodded approvingly. The sight of her companions willingly engaging in their respective tasks filled her with satisfaction. With grace, she sat down on the rock, waiting for them.
With nimble dexterity, Yang Hao swiftly gathered an ample collection of dry twigs. He returned to Zhao Ling's side soon, and he skillfully arranged the twigs in a neat pile, ready to ignite it.
