The setting sun spilled its light across the vast, boundless grassland, where clusters of campfires crackled and popped. The aroma of freshly roasted mutton filled the air, intoxicating and enticing.
Five thousand Kongwu Slaves stared like well-behaved children at the roasting lamb on the fires, which had already turned a golden brown. Their appetites were piqued, and they even began to drool, making no effort to hide their craving for the meat.
"Fragrant!"
"So fragrant!"
"Beautiful!"
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Chapter 80