The faces of those two people could not be seen clearly.
Only their deathly pale complexions could vaguely be made out.
One of them had a savage scar slanting from the corner of his forehead down to his jaw, making him appear even more terrifying in the dim light.
Jiang Fan took Jiang Ming's hand and led her toward a relatively dry corner.
With a wave of his hand, spiritual power brushed lightly over the ground, clearing away the dust and debris.
He then took out some dry firewood from his storage space and skillfully stacked it up.
With a tap of his fingertip, sparks fell.
With a soft puff, a fresh bonfire blazed to life.
The dancing firelight illuminated Jiang Ming's fair little face.
She rubbed her stomach, looked up at Jiang Fan, and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.
"Brother, it's time to eat!"
A gentle smile appeared on Jiang Fan's face as he patted her head.
"Alright, I'll make you something delicious right away!"
As if performing a magic trick, he took several large pieces of already-prepared beast meat from his storage space, along with various jars and bottles of seasonings.
He skewered the meat with several sharpened branches, set them over the bonfire, and slowly turned them.
Fat dripped into the flames with a sizzling sound, mingling with the spices he had sprinkled over the meat.
Before long, a rich and enticing aroma of roasted meat filled the air.
To people starving with hunger, such a fragrance was undoubtedly an enormous temptation.
The group of children in the center of the temple unconsciously stopped whispering. Pair after pair of eyes turned toward them in unison, filled with longing.
Their throats bobbed as they swallowed saliva, yet no one dared move. They could only stare eagerly.
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