The momentum was grand and unrestrained, his steps unhurried, yet with each stride, he covered a distance of several tens of feet. His square face was as calm as still water, yet underneath lay a barely discernable look of concern.
The rich aroma of meat wafted through the wilderness. A beast leg, large enough to startle anyone, was skewered on a steel spear and roasted over the fire, occasionally dripping fat that sizzled upon contact.
Seeing the pigskin turn golden brown, Zong Shou carefully brushed another layer of scented oil and rubbed on some spices, making the mouthwatering aroma even more irresistible.
The Wild Toothed Pig, weighing over four tons, had been divided into several portions. At least half was fed to the nearby Horned Cloud Horses, mixed with soybean fodder, which they ate with relish.
Only three legs were left, and apart from the one over the fire, Yiin Yang and Su Chuxue each grabbed one, eating grease that smeared their mouths.
