The night on Sky Sword Mountain was incredibly tranquil, with verdant forests covering the mountainside.
In the darkness, moonlight poured down like flowing silver from the sky, draping the entire Sky Sword Mountain in a silver coat.
On the backside of Sky Sword Mountain, a campfire crackled loudly.
"Alright, alright, it's almost ready," a deep voice rang out as Yao Bo rubbed his hands together, his face full of anticipation.
Over the fire, a few skinned hares were skewered on an Iron Sword, already roasting to a glistening light golden brown—the most authentic roasted hare.
More than ten people surrounded the campfire, all members of Dragon Soul. They had surveyed the terrain during the day. That night, Fang Yi joined them and, after hearing the intelligence, gained a rough understanding of Sky Sword Mountain.
The roasted hare was ready, and Fang Yi tossed it to Yao Bo to distribute.
