On the outskirts of Bayan Mountain, a place that was typically deserted, now hosted several tents.
A dozen men in black were grilling meat, the aroma filling the air.
"Master Zheng, how much longer do we have to wait here? It's been a month, and we're almost out of food," a man in black carefully presented the cooked food to Yang Zheng.
"If we run out of food, just have some sent up here. Quit your whining," Yang Zheng waved dismissively, someone in the group said impatiently.
In fact, having been here for a month, he was getting fed up too. Accustomed to the high life in the city, suddenly finding himself in such a godforsaken place would try anyone's patience.
But ever since Yang Zheng announced to his family that he had obtained Grain Avoidance Pills, the elders were like chickens on caffeine, insisting he must build good relations with Chen Yuan.
