The campfire burned through the entire night.
When dawn began to break, Oscar was the first to wake up.
He sat up and rubbed his eyes, glancing around. Ma Hongjun was sprawled out in his sleeping bag, snoring louder than a wolf's howl.
Ning Rongrong was curled up in her sleeping bag, with only a small tuft of hair exposed.
Fu Wen was already awake, sitting cross-legged beside the campfire. Bronze-colored patterns flickered faintly across his body. Clearly, he was circulating the Innate Divine Crocodile Art to consolidate the power of his third soul ring.
Oscar did not disturb him. He quietly got up, walked to the edge of the camp, stretched his muscles, and began making Flying Sausages.
"Brother Oscar, you're up this early?"
Ma Hongjun's voice came from behind him, thick with sleepiness.
"It's not early. It's already daylight."
Oscar did not even turn his head.
"We still have to travel today. Hurry up and get ready."
Ma Hongjun yawned and slowly crawled out of his sleeping bag. When he saw the bronze-colored patterns on Fu Wen's body, he became a little more awake.
"Brother Wen is cultivating again? Didn't he just finish absorbing his soul ring last night? Why isn't he resting a little longer?"
"Don't you know his style by now?"
Oscar rolled his eyes at him.
"He's a cultivation maniac. If he doesn't train for a day, he feels uncomfortable all over."
"True."
Ma Hongjun scratched his head and said no more.
Ning Rongrong woke up as well. She got up and walked over, glanced at Fu Wen, then at the Flying Sausage in Oscar's hand.
"Are we flying all day today?"
"More or less."
Oscar nodded.
"The old man said we need to get back to Suotuo City today, before anything else happens."
Ning