"Hmm, sure," Lu Qingshan said with a smile and nodded, then stood up shakily.
He wasn't a Body Cultivator with bulging muscles, but as a former Nascent Soul Cultivator, his physical quality was naturally much better than that of ordinary people.
After a brief rest, his body was still covered with a thick layer of scabs, but he had already regained his ability to move.
Qin Yitian hurriedly stepped forward to support Lu Qingshan's arm, and Yang Qing'er, though shy, also came forward to help him.
As the tent flap was lifted, the sight that greeted Lu Qingshan was a group of men in sheepskin clothing, triumphantly carrying a huge chunk of meat back to camp.
It seemed to be quite a successful hunt.
For a small and impoverished tribe like the 'Sheep' tribe, there was no such thing as frying or sautéing when it came to cooking food.
Firstly, they weren't that fancy, and secondly, they didn't have spices.