Half a month passed. After flying for so long, even they needed to rest. Their battle qi and magic power were more than sufficient, but their minds grew weary.
When they were several thousand kilometers from Mount Emmanuel, they found a canyon, and Lei Mo descended into it.
He blasted a cave into the cliff face, then, out of habit, coaxed a great tangle of vines to grow across its entrance.
He pulled the Divine Wind Bear, fast asleep in his pocket, out and tossed him onto the ground with a thud.
Bill rubbed his bleary little eyes, shot his master a resentful look, then slowly grew back to his original size.
Lei Mo took a grill and some fine pine resin wood from his Space Ring, then arranged the logs beneath the steel grill.
The surging sleepiness in Bill vanished in an instant. His little eyes went round as saucers, and an unidentified liquid dribbled uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.
With Bill's strength, he no longer needed to eat. Yet whenever Lei Mo set up the grill, Bill couldn't stop drooling—even before the meat was on.
Bill was desperate. He suspected something was wrong with him. It was obviously just a pile of firewood and an iron rack!
What a pity he didn't know Pavlov. Otherwise, he wouldn't have suspected there was something wrong with him.
Lei Mo snapped his fingers. Sparks flew, quickly setting the resinous wood alight!
Once the flames had settled, Lei Mo brought out a huge chunk of meat on a steel spit, already marinated to perfection.
In Lei Mo's professional opinion, the meat of low-level magical beasts tasted better. The meat of high-level beasts was too tough.
"Slurp—"
An uncontrollable sound escaped Bill's mouth.
"Be patient, Bill. Good things come to those