Beneath a willow tree, on a stone stool.
Li Ping'an was crushing garlic cloves a little at a time. Beside him sat a bowl of white rice and some soybean paste.
There were also vegetable leaves and a few scallions.
He mixed the white rice with the paste and scallions, then wrapped it in vegetable leaves.
As he ate, he pondered which direction to head next.
Having finally made the trip to Qi Province, he naturally wanted to travel farther and see more. He could hardly confine himself to a single kingdom.
"Huff, huff~"
Old Ox and Li Ping'an did not share the same tastes. Old Ox was rather unwilling to eat rice wrapped in vegetable leaves.
Right now, he was roasting potatoes, along with a piece of meat glistening with fat.
The aroma drifted everywhere, capturing the full attention of Jiaze, who had been reading nearby.
The clouds on the horizon were beautiful, and a light breeze stirred their clothes.
Quite a while passed, until they had eaten and drunk their fill.
The Blue Robes Man rose and slowly headed off into the distance.
At the southernmost tip of Qi Province lay a wild, untamed land.
The Demon Race and humans coexisted there.
Rather than coexisting, it was more that a portion of humanity, bearing their ancestors' oath, stood guard over this place.
Over a thousand years ago, a small number of the demons who had entered through the northern passes were hunted all the way here.
They fled to this place and hid within the boundless Mist Forest.
Poisonous miasma shrouded the Mist Forest year-round. When it grew thick,
even cultivators with cultivation of their own sometimes struggled to withstand it and dared not venture deep inside.
Most of the demons died in the Mist Forest, but