The night deepens, and the campfire crackles.
The massive silver-scaled fish, expertly roasted by the Samadhi True Fire, has long turned into a delectable feast, leaving nothing but remnants after being devoured.
Not far away, atop the valley, the Gale Thunderbolt Eagle has also settled down to rest, its eyes still showing a hint of unsatisfied greed, with grease staining its beak and claws.
In the end, the creature couldn't resist and came down to ask Lin Guang for a piece of belly meat, roughly fifty pounds or so, just to have a taste.
It was adjudged as truly delicious.
The Golden Flame Spirit Fox, considering Lin Guang's presence, reluctantly acknowledged its existence. Anyway, Lin Guang and his three companions could easily handle them both.
Protecting food depends on the opponent; otherwise, one might get knocked on the head twice just for huffing.
