The afterglow of the sunset cascaded down.
The campfire was still burning, and after checking their equipment, everyone pulled out the dry rations they brought and gathered around the fire.
They placed the frozen, rock-hard bread near the fire to warm it up a little.
Then took a bite.
The bread had frozen into something like an iron disk in this cold weather, so biting into it was extremely tough, nearly chipping a tooth.
The jerky they carried was no better, as hard as wood and impossible to bite.
They could only slowly gnaw off a bit with their teeth, hold it in their mouths until it softened a bit, and then chew and swallow it slowly.
This was truly eating slowly and chewing thoroughly.
The disciples from Dao Mountain and Zhanhe Mansion also took out their dry rations, getting ready to eat.
If you don't eat well, how can you fight?
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling!"
