The caravan traveled for an entire day without resting.
As the sun set but before the sky turned dark, Weng Liang finally ordered a break.
They camped on the outskirts of the forest.
The forest was a primitive area, teeming with demon beasts, uncivilized, a true world of survival of the fittest.
The three dug a small pit and made a fire pit, roasting taro and potatoes, ordinary food that mortals ate.
The others did the same, except for a few like Weng Liang, who were in the late stages of Qi Refinement and consumed demon beast meat to ensure ample spiritual power.
As darkness fully enveloped the area, each fire pit resembled a gathering of fireflies or lanterns drifting on a black sea.
The three were warming themselves by the fire when Weng Liang approached with a piece of demon beast meat wrapped in leaves, about half the size of a fist.
"Little girl," he smiled handsomely, "here."
