The momentum was grand and majestic; his feet moved neither hurriedly nor slowly, yet with each stride, he could cover several meters. His square and upright face was as calm as still water, yet a worried expression seemed to hide beneath the surface.
The rich aroma of meat wafted across the wilderness. A terrifyingly large beast's leg was skewered by a steel spear, roasting over a fire, occasionally dripping fat that made a 'sizzle' sound.
Seeing the skin of the pig turn golden brown, Zong Shou carefully brushed on a layer of fragrant oil, followed by some spices, making the tempting aroma even more mouthwatering.
The Wild Toothed Pig, weighing more than four tons, had been divided into several portions. At least half of it had been fed to the nearby Stepping Cloud Colt, a Horned Cloud Horse, which was happily munching on the mixed fodder of beans and grass.
