Zuo Wuji naturally carried flint, something every wanderer of the martial world needed. In just a few strokes, he lit some twigs, then used a rotten chair from inside the temple and some gathered branches as fuel. There was no need to chop them with a blade—he could simply crush the wood in his hands and snap it apart.
The food given by the town patrol was said to be buns, but they were mostly plain steamed bread, with very few that actually had filling. Fortunately, the hard things did not spoil easily. Once roasted over the fire, they softened and gave off the fragrance of wheat. They were far more appetizing than swallowing pills.
"Great Master, here."
"Fourth Master, have another one. This one has filling."
Zuo Wuji handed the first two roasted buns to Yan Fei and Lu Chengfeng, then roasted one for himself last. Such a small bag of steamed bread and buns was nowhere near enough to fill the three of them, but it was enough to tide them over. Zuo Wuji was already considering catching a wild boar or deer tomorrow.
Of the three, Zuo Wuji ate with the greatest relish. Lu Chengfeng always preferred to eat with wine, while Yan Fei showed almost no expression when eating. Only Zuo Wuji took huge bites, thoroughly satisfied.
"Ah, still too little."
Zuo Wuji still wanted more after finishing the last bun, but he was also preparing to make a bed. There was quite a bit of dry grass in the temple. However, after Yan Fei glanced outside and then at Lu Chengfeng, he said to Zuo Wuji, "Wuji, do not fall asleep tonight."
Zuo Wuji froze, his expression turning solemn at once.
"Great Master, do you mean something will happen?"
Pre-Natal Experts naturally possessed certain special