After Wu Jingshan left, Hu Xiaotian went over to Zhou Mo. Zhou Mo had heard his conversation with Wu Jingshan and said quietly, "Judging by the scale of this Night Owl attack, a Beast Tamer was probably behind it. It looks like we really need to be more careful."
"What time is it?" Hu Xiaotian asked.
"Just past midnight."
Hu Xiaotian sighed inwardly. This was shaping up to be a very long night.
Zhou Mo told him to go back and rest; he could keep watch himself. Although Wu Jingshan had gone to speak with Wen Boyuan, nothing had come of it. Breaking camp and leaving at a time like this was clearly impractical.
After what had happened, most people could no longer sleep peacefully. Some of Wen Boyuan's warriors simply got up and roasted the Night Owls over their fires. Though the birds had piercing cries, their meat was delicious and even had medicinal properties. These warriors were exceptionally bold to begin with, living every day licking blood from their blades. Why would they trouble themselves with taboos? The aroma of Hu Xiaotian's roast lamb had already awakened the greedy worms in their bellies, but they had lacked anything to cook. Now heaven had practically delivered a feast to their doorstep.
Before long, a tempting aroma of meat filled the camp.
Hu Xiaotian could not sleep in his tent either. When he came out again, he saw Zhou Mo still guarding the entrance, and sparse flakes of snow had begun drifting down from the sky. Looking around, he saw quite a few warriors gathered around the fires, eating roasted Night Owl meat. The slaughter earlier had furnished them with plenty of delicacies.
Hu Xiaotian shook his head, walked over to Zhou Mo, and sat down beside the fire. Zhou