The atmosphere was majestic and expansive, his steps measured, not hurried nor slow, yet each stride covered a distance of several meters. His squarely shaped face, solid as still water, subtly revealed a hint of worry.
The rich aroma of meat drifted across the plains. A terrifyingly large beast's leg, impaled by a steel spear, was roasting over the fire, occasionally dripping fat with a sizzling sound.
As the pigskin turned golden brown, Zong Shou carefully brushed it with sesame oil and coated it with spices, making the aroma even more enticing.
The four-ton Wild Toothed Pig had been divided into several portions. At least half of it had been fed to Horned Cloud Horses, also known as Stepping Cloud Colts, which were being mixed with soybean fodder and eaten with relish.
Only three legs remained, aside from the one that was being roasted. Yiin Yang and Su Chuxue each took one, eating with greasy mouths.