The night was as dark as ink, with a scattering of stars.
The night in the Blood-colored Wilderness was always quiet and desolate. Apart from occasional dull beast roars from unknown locations, only the faint whispers of the wind could be heard.
Halfway up a desolate mountain, faint flickers of firelight could be seen emerging from a cave, adding a touch of vitality to the quiet and desolate night.
Inside the cave, the campfire flickered, orange flames licking at the roasting meat. Occasionally, droplets of oil fell, making a CRACKLING sound.
Yang Wanyi, draped in a beast skin, sat in the cave, her snowy, delicate chin resting on her knees. Her beautiful eyes watched Luo Feng, who was focused on turning the meat over the fire, a faint smile on her lips.
For some reason, this moment, this scene, reminded her of the adventures she had with Yang Dingtian in her childhood.
Everything felt so familiar.
"It's ready!"
