"You're quite skilled..." Yun Yun chewed twice, surprise evident in her tone. "You're even better than any master chef I've eaten food from."
"Of course."
"Whenever you say 'of course,' can't you be a little more modest?"
"It's just the truth." Lu Heng turned over the second skewer on the fire. "Try it yourself and you'll know."
Yun Yun looked at the few uncooked meat skewers beside the campfire. After hesitating for two seconds, she picked one up and copied Lu Heng, holding it over the flames.
Within minutes, black smoke began rising from the surface of the meat.
Lu Heng glanced sideways at it.
"Your fire's too strong."
"I know." Yun Yun raised the skewer a little higher.
After a while, one side of the skewer was charred while the other remained raw.
Lu Heng silently turned around and stopped watching.
Yun Yun examined the burnt skewer from every angle before finally giving up and tossing it aside.
"Grilling meat isn't for me."
"Mm, I can tell." Lu Heng handed her another cooked skewer. "You can just focus on eating."
Yun Yun did not refuse. She took it and continued eating.
The night deep within the canyon was quiet. The campfire crackled, its glow casting light over the two of them.
"How old are you?" Yun Yun suddenly asked.
"Sixteen."
The skewer in Yun Yun's hand paused.
Sixteen.
She was already in her thirties.
He was nearly twenty years younger than her.
A sixteen-year-old youth whose strength had already reached the combat power of a Dou Emperor, who was at least a fifth-tier alchemist, who could casually produce top-quality pills, and who moved alone through the depths of the Magical Beast Mountain Range as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Sixteen.
What had she been doing at sixteen? Still painstakingly