With a majestic and expansive presence, he walked deliberately, neither hurried nor slow, yet each stride carried him several feet forward. His square face was calm like still water, betraying a hint of worry beneath the surface.
The rich aroma of roasted meat wafted through the wilderness. A skewered leg of a terrifyingly large beast was pierced by a steel spear, roasting over the fire; droplets of fat sizzled as they fell.
As the skin of the pig turned a golden hue, Zong Shou carefully brushed on another layer of fragrant oil and spices, making the aroma even more tantalizing.
The four-ton Wild Toothed Pig was divided into several portions. At least half was fed to the nearby Stepping Cloud Colts, mixed in with their fodder of yellow beans, and they were eating it with relish.
Only three legs of the pig remained. Apart from one that was still roasting, Yiin Yang and Su Chuxue each held one, oil dripping from their mouths as they ate.
