Bai Yujun made herself at home and walked into the house.
Her little nose wrinkled. With a casual spell, she dispelled the strange odor inside, then blocked the doorway to keep the Black Horse from entering. This was a house, not a stable. If something that large squeezed inside, the place would collapse.
The Black Horse neighed in dissatisfaction. The room clearly smelled like a stable, so why was it not allowed in?
Ren Zhuo stared blankly as the pretty girl pushed aside the straw, brought over some dry firewood, and snapped her fingers to light it. Before long, the flames drove away the dampness and filled the room with warmth. Then he saw her take out a small stool, sit down, and produce some cured meat.
Rain poured down in torrents outside, while the broken house was warm and filled with an enticing aroma of meat.
Bai Yujun shaved off a piece of cured meat with her dagger, skewered it on the blade's tip, and held it over the fire until its fragrance wafted out. Then she handed it to Ren Zhuo.
"Eat. Don't starve to death. I have a deal to discuss with you."
Ren Zhuo wolfed it down. Bai Yujun kept cutting off pieces, heating them over the fire, and tossing food at him as though feeding a pig. Coarse grain cakes could fill the stomach, but they did not truly satisfy hunger. Especially for someone who had once lived in fine clothes and rich food, going without meat was agonizing. That bland-as-bird-droppings taste left one with a hunger that could never quite be filled.
After eating a full two jin of cured meat, Ren Zhuo let out a burp to show that he could not eat another bite.
The dragon glanced at the remaining jin and