For the time being, Su Ming had no idea how the other teams were progressing. Things were peaceful on his end, though. After leaving the town, he traveled as if on a sightseeing trip, taking the girls to taste cactus fruit one moment and hunt rabbits passing by the roadside the next.
It sounded a little like they were neglecting their duties, but Western-Themed Pavilion had now been transformed by Pralaya into a separate universe. There was no specific goal to pursue, and acting too deliberately would only make them an easier target. They might as well take the chance to rest for a while.
Perhaps the vast Western scenery made even the distance between heaven and earth seem wider. Bobo relaxed amid the various games as well. He no longer urged Deathstroke to come up with a plan, instead talking about other things.
"I know you're sick of grilled meat, so maybe we can use this rabbit to make soup." He held a dead rabbit by the scruff, its limp body swaying back and forth with the horse's gallop. "Wild rabbits have very little fat. Any other cooking method would make the meat too tough."
The wind sweeping across the Wastelands carried grains of sand, scraping against their faces with a rough, gritty sensation.
"Mm, you're right. There's a condition in wilderness survival called 'rabbit starvation,' and it needs to be avoided whenever possible."
Deathstroke narrowed his eyes in approval of Bobo's words, taking the opportunity to teach his student—or at least reinforce what she had learned before.
When surviving in the wild, one had to ensure a sufficient intake of fat. If hunting was possible, many wild animals could provide it, but wild rabbits were not among them. Their fat content was too low. If someone ate nothing