Three days later, within a simple thatched cottage, wisps of cooking smoke rose into the air along with the fragrance of rice.
By the stove, Xu Yang, who had cleared himself of suspicions of "corpse transformation," removed the lid of the pot and scooped out a full bowl of coarse rice, with slices of cured meat buried within. The melting fat infused with the rice, releasing an even more enticing aroma.
Xu Yang picked up his chopsticks and didn't bother to go elsewhere, simply sitting by the stove to eat.
In no time, a large bowl of rice mixed with cured meat disappeared into his stomach.
After eating, he didn't wash the dishes, but put down his chopsticks and went into the yard to practice a set of boxing techniques on the spot.
His movements were like a fierce tiger and a swimming Jiao Dragon, with his fists carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, truly grand and powerful.
