Just as Hou Yumeng regained consciousness, Ye Chen had already set up a campfire. Resting atop the flames was the leg of some unknown monster beast, its fat sizzling and dripping into the fire, causing the flames to roar and flare. A rich, savory aroma began to drift, permeating the entire space.
"That smells amazing! Where did you get that, Young Master Ye?" Hou Yumeng asked, drawn in by the scent.
Ever since they had entered Nanxi Valley, they had barely eaten a thing. While their level of cultivation meant they had long since reached the point of abstaining from food, the desire to eat remained an innate human instinct—one that could never truly be extinguished. That was, after all, the reason every city was filled with inns and restaurants; the only difference was the quality of the food provided.
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