Wise Man

Xia Chujian returned to the boat with Seven Lù, fetched some rope, and tied up the "Better Than Crab."

She placed the shelled side facing up and the exposed flesh facing down, so it could be dragged across the beach without getting the meat dirty.

It was simply too large. Xia Chujian had no tools to portion out the meat inside, so this was the only way.

The female native happily dragged the rope and led the way ahead.

Xia Chujian did not help pull it. She merely kept looking around at the scenery, memorizing the route.

The two entered the mountains and followed a narrow trail for half an hour before finally reaching a flat, open area in the woods.

This place had clearly been cleared by logging.

The tree stumps were still in the ground, but they had all been turned into little wooden stands for food.

Bonfires blazed all over the ground, just like the fire Xia Chujian had seen beside that large rock by the sea.

But here, some of the fires had cages woven from branches set over them. Pieces of freshly cut Ying Fish meat lay atop the cages, roasting.

Xia Chujian raised her brows and asked the female native, "What kind of tree is this? Why can it be put over a fire without catching fire?"

It could even be used like a wire rack for grilling.

The female native hurriedly said, "It's called an Iron Tree. It just doesn't burn!"

Xia Chujian was greatly surprised. "Iron Tree? Is its trunk really made of iron?"

The female native stared blankly at her. "...An Iron Tree is just a tree. What is iron?"

Xia Chujian said, "...Then why do you call it an Iron Tree?"

The female native was practically being questioned into silence.