「Half a month later.」
Fang Qingyuan had set up a simple shelter within his array. The materials were all sourced locally; he had used Earth Magic to excavate rocks from the ground and build with them.
Inside the shelter, Fang Qingyuan and Jinbao were watching a pot of meat stew before them. The pot was massive, a full meter and a half in radius, and it was bubbling furiously.
As time ticked by, the drool from Jinbao's mouth gradually stretched into a long, thin thread.
When he judged the time was right, Fang Qingyuan lifted the massive lid, added various seasonings, and waited another moment before lifting the entire pot away from the lava it was cooking over.
The fragrant aroma of the food was now so rich it nearly rooted Jinbao to the spot. He wiped his mouth, quickly grabbed a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and stared intently at the pot in Fang Qingyuan's hands like a soldier ready to charge at any moment.
