The aura was majestic and commanding, steadily striding along without haste, yet each step seemed to cover dozens of feet. His squared face, solemn as water, subtly revealed a look of concern.
The rich aroma of meat wafted across the field. A shockingly large beast leg, skewered on a steel spear, was roasting over the fire, occasionally dripping fat and sizzling.
Seeing that the pigskin had turned golden brown, Zong Shou carefully brushed it with aromatic oil and spices, making its scent even more tantalizing.
The four-ton Wild Toothed Pig was divided into several portions. At least half of it was fed to a group of Horned Cloud Horses nearby, named Stepping Cloud Colts, mixed with soybean fodder and eating sweetly.
Only three pig legs remained, aside from the one still roasting over the fire. Yiin Yang and Su Chuxue each took one, eating until their mouths were greasy.
