In a mountain forest shrouded in spiritual mist, two figures sat cross-legged on a large boulder. One glowed with the intensity of red flame, the other with the refined elegance of a lotus. Not far away, a Big Black Dog crouched beside a fire, over which a grill fashioned from tree branches had been set.
The Big Black Dog rested its front paws on the branches, flipping the roasting fish incessantly.
"I really miss that kid. I’m telling you, roasting fish isn't a job just anyone can handle!"
Chapter 67