His aura was expansive and majestic, his steps neither hurried nor slow, yet each stride spanned several meters. His squarely shaped face was as serene as still water, but with a subtle look of concern.
The rich aroma of meat wafted through the open field. A beast leg, frighteningly large, was skewered on a steel spear and roasted over a fire, dripping fat and hissing occasionally.
As the pig skin turned a golden yellow, Zong Shou carefully brushed it with scented oil and smeared on spices, making the meat's aroma even more tantalizing.
A four-ton Wild Toothed Pig was divided into several portions. At least half had been fed to the nearby Stepping Cloud Colts mixed with soybean and fodder, and they were eating with gusto.
Only three legs remained, and aside from the one that was roasting, Yiin Yang and Su Chuxue each grabbed one, eating until their mouths were greasy.
