After resting for a night, Huo Yuhao got up before sunrise the next morning to make breakfast for everyone.
The faint light of dawn mingled with the flames of the stove, illuminating Huo Yuhao's busy figure. The sounds of chopping and stir-frying answered the morning birdsong.
"You're up so early. Is there anything I can help with?"
Huo Yuhao turned toward the voice and saw A Ling standing beside him. "Did I wake you all?" he asked without stopping his hands.
A Ling shook her head. "No. I often see you getting up this early to cook, so I thought I'd come help."
Huo Yuhao did not refuse. "All right, then. Help me wash those ingredients."
A Ling got to work. With someone helping, Huo Yuhao's cooking became considerably easier, and as they worked together, they naturally chatted to pass the time.
"Speaking of which, A Ling, what did you eat when you were in the Far North?"
A Ling answered casually, "I'd catch some fish or gather some seaweed to eat. Anything that filled my stomach was fine. If I was lucky and caught more fish, I'd freeze them and eat them over the next few days."
"I thought that when you were in the Far North, you had to fight every day to catch prey and fill your stomach."
A Ling asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why would you think that?"
"Doesn't the Soul Beast Realm follow the rule of the strong devouring the weak?"
A Ling smiled a little helplessly. "No. Soul beasts may differ in strength, and they do fight one another, but an environment with nothing but the strong devouring the weak couldn't sustain the entire Far North. Take the Far North's Ice Silkworm Clan, for example. If large numbers of weak ice silkworms disappeared from the