Xiahou Fuxing plopped down on the ground, looking at the bit of mana he had regained.
He decisively took off his backpack, rummaged through it, pulling out pots and pans, and some fuel that looked like coal. After casting a Fireball Technique, the surrounding area gradually warmed up.
He took out a half-meter diameter piece of tightly wrapped meat from the bottom of the backpack and decisively started cooking.
This series of actions left Demacia dumbfounded: "Dude, I only keep potions and that shield in my backpack. Why do you even have a pot?"
Xiahou Fuxing glanced at him: "When you're hunting monsters, don't you know that their meat has special effects? No pot? Eat it raw?"
"No, shouldn't we be drinking potions?" Demacia was stunned: "And... what kind of meat is this? Don't tell me it's from a Beastman or goblin... I can't handle that..."
