After flying for most of the day, Huo Yuhao finally brought Ning Tian and Wu Feng to their destination for hunting soul rings: the outskirts of the Jingyang Mountain Range.
Huo Yuhao had exceptionally abundant stamina and soul power, so flying continuously for so long was no problem for him. But the prolonged flight had left Ning Tian and Wu Feng deathly pale, so the three spent another night resting.
In the early morning, a faint mist shrouded the mountains like a veil of gauze, only for a wisp of cooking smoke to pierce that veil.
Huo Yuhao stood before their campsite, grilling breakfast. He quite liked the mountainous terrain of the Jingyang Mountain Range; it offered scenery very different from a dense forest.
"That smells wonderful. What is it?" Ning Tian and Wu Feng emerged from their tent and immediately caught a rich, distinctive aroma.
"You two are awake? Want some grilled fish?" Huo Yuhao asked casually without looking up.
Ning Tian vaguely remembered the tales of Huo Yuhao, the grandmaster of grilling, that had once circulated through the academy. Before she could respond, however, Wu Feng rushed to refuse.
"We don't need you sucking up to us."
"Then don't eat." Huo Yuhao was not about to indulge her. He snorted. "Go gnaw on your dry rations."
"Feng, Huo Yuhao means well," Ning Tian said calmly. "Don't be so hostile."
Wu Feng turned her head away. "Hmph. Who knows what nasty scheme he's cooking up?"
Huo Yuhao chuckled, then said coldly, "Come on, spell it out today. What nasty scheme am I cooking up?"
"If you can't explain, then I really will cook one up."
His icy gaze made Wu Feng shudder.
"Isn't... isn't it obvious?" Wu Feng said. "You must be planning to make a move on Ning