As Bai Wanwan and Yan Lie talked in low voices, the warm glow of a fire gradually lit up the deep cave.
Xin Feng deftly lit the dry wood. The flames danced merrily, making crisp CRACKLE sounds.
Before entering the cave, he had swiftly carved the tenderest meat from a wild boar, intending to prepare dinner for Wanwan.
He sliced the meat thinly, skillfully skewered it on wooden sticks, and placed it by the fire to roast.
While doing all this, he turned to look at Zhu Xiu, who was resting beside him with his eyes closed. "How are you back so soon? Did you find the Ghost Orchid Grass?"
Zhu Xiu didn't answer, simply reaching into his animal-hide clothing to pull out a pitch-black wooden box.
Xin Feng's movements faltered as he roasted the meat, his eyes locked on the box in Zhu Xiu's hand. "The Ghost Orchid Grass?"
"Mmm."
Zhu Xiu nodded slightly. "Have Wanwan take it after we get back. What happened last time won't occur again."
