A Year Later, Level Sixty Soul Emperor!

Qian Yue unfolded a small folding table on the open ground beside the spring, sorted the chunks of soul beast meat by cut and texture, and laid them out. Then, based on the properties of the herbs she remembered, she took several dried herbs from the medicinal pouch she carried and set them aside.

She first placed a piece of rib meat on the cutting board. After trimming away the fascia and excess fat with a small knife, she sliced it into evenly thick pieces. Then she broke a pale yellow dried grass root into short sections and dropped them into boiling water before adding the meat slices to the soup pot one by one.

A moment later, she took several dried leaves from the herb pouch and added them to the soup, adjusting the heat to keep it at a gentle simmer.

Qian Yao sat on a patch of level ground nearby, wiping down her flaming shortsword. Every now and then, she looked up at Qian Yue's busy figure by the spring and asked, "Need any help?"

"No."

"Restore your Soul Power first. The soup still needs to simmer for a while."

Without even looking up, Qian Yue scooped up a little soup with a spoon and tasted it before adding a pinch of salt.

Qian Yao gave a soft hum and lowered her head to continue wiping her shortsword, though her movements had slowed somewhat. Her gaze occasionally drifted toward the soup pot.

The scent in the air gradually shifted from campfire smoke to the fragrance of meat soup. Mixed with the slight bitterness of herbs and the rich flavor of the meat, it slowly spread between the two currents of the Icefire Yin-Yang Well.

After adjusting his Soul Power some distance away, Li Long walked over as