The mountains rise high, the waters flow long, and the starlight shines brightly.
As night falls, the heat of the day dissipates, bringing a refreshing relief. Li Guanyi has hunted some prey, and after preparing it, he plans to roast some meat to eat.
After days of eating buns, with the taste in his mouth long gone, the Fire Qilin eagerly cooperates, spitting out a burst of fire, lying there with its eyes wide open, glistening brightly, staring at the roasting meat without blinking.
A young man in simple clothing, resembling a ranger of the martial world, turns a wooden stick.
The surface of the roasted meat is brushed with honey, and grilled with Qilin Fire. The greatest martial arts myth of the current era, controlled personally by the Qin Emperor, gives the skin a golden hue and emits an incredibly enticing aroma.
The Fire Qilin is already impatient.
"Is it ready? Is it ready?"
Its eyes sparkle, and if it weren't still controlling the fire, drool would be flowing.
