"All you know how to do is use clever little tricks to fool young girls."
Though she said that, her eyes kept straying toward Zhou Cheng's hands. That move just now had been truly dashing, leaving her itching to try it.
She knew those were Western Spell Arts-she had seen plenty of cultivation manuals in Zhou Cheng's study and flipped through a few pages before. She had felt that Western Spell Arts were nowhere near as powerful as true qi, nor as clean and decisive as cutting someone down with swordsmanship.
But now that she had seen how Zhou Cheng used them, something suddenly dawned on her.
This Western system of cultivating Spell Arts was not without its merits.
Leaving everything else aside, some minor spells really were convenient in everyday life!
One fish could only make a fish hot pot. Looking at the grill, Ye Linger suddenly wanted to taste grilled fish too.
Soon, she ran barefoot into the river again, bending over with her eyes fixed on the water as she searched for the next unlucky fish. Ripples spread across the water, reflecting her lively figure.
Zhou Cheng had Zhan Yuanyuan try threading skewers while he put the skewered meat on the grill and began turning it.
Before long, fat dripped onto the glowing red charcoal with a sizzle. The aroma spread everywhere, mingling with the fresh scent of grass and trees as it drifted throughout the campsite.
Several felt blankets lay spread over the grass.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, the stream murmured, and birds chirped.
They sat together in a circle, savoring the fruits of their labor.
The hot pot steamed, the grilled fish was golden and crisp, and the meat skewers sizzled with fat.
The women ate with lively enthusiasm, laughter ringing out now and