Han Yu could not help but chuckle at the scene. "Come on, we should go eat now. If we wait any longer, Fatty Kui might actually try eating the tent."
At this, Fatty Kui sat up, his hair sticking up like a wild bush and his eyes bleary.
"Tent? If it were cooked right, I might consider it. But why settle for canvas when there is roast meat waiting?" He sprang to his feet with surprising energy, his hunger fueling him more than any pill.
Wu Shuan shook his head, but the tightness around his shoulders eased.
He gave a small nod. "Fine. Let us eat before he truly causes trouble."
Together, the three of them walked toward the nearest firepit.
The night was alive with chatter. Disciples from different peaks were gathered around large iron cauldrons and spits where meat sizzled over open flames. The smell of roasted beast meat mixed with steaming bowls of spirit rice and thick spirit vegetable/herb stews made Han Yu's mouth water.
