His presence was grand and imposing, his steps neither hurried nor slow, yet with each stride, he could cover a distance of several yards. His square face held a deep, still composure, with a hint of worry showing through.
The rich aroma of meat wafted across the field. A beast leg large enough to startle anyone was skewered on a steel spear and roasting over a fire, occasionally dripping fat with a sizzling sound.
Seeing that the skin of the pork had turned golden brown, Zong Shou carefully applied another layer of fragrant oil and sprinkled on some spices, making the delicious scent even more enticing.
The Wild Toothed Pig, weighing over four tons, had been divided into several portions. At least half was fed to the Horned Cloud Horses named Stepping Cloud Colts, mixed in with their hay, and they were eating it with great relish.
