Seeing Aaron stop talking midway and hug himself, Asher asked in confusion:
"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Aaron shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel a bit unwell. You don't know, we just passed through an area filled with nothing but sand, and the weather was scorching hot day and night."
Asher let out a sound of realization, nodding to show he understood. Aaron was a Silver Fox, originally a clan that favored cool climates; encountering such weather was truly difficult for him. Asher's group hadn't eaten yet, so everyone busily prepared another portion of food.
Aaron and Asher chose an airy, cool spot to sit down, eating and drinking while discussing matters, talking about the abundant harvests during their journey. At this moment, Aaron felt the intense killing intent aimed at him even more clearly, even stronger than before.
