"The tents are set up." Someone broke the silence of the night.
"Alright, let's start the fire!" a delicate voice responded.
Soon, a blaze of red ignited in the darkness, casting mottled shadows in the firelight.
The figures were none other than Zi Yue'er and her companions heading to the small valley.
After nearly two days of travel, everyone finally succumbed to exhaustion and stopped to rest. The makeshift tents around them were their shelters for the night.
With everything ready, Zi Yue'er said, "After eating, we'll take turns keeping watch tonight. Let's get a good rest, as tomorrow will be another tough day." Just as she finished speaking, a fragrant aroma wafted from the grill set above the fire.
"Hmm, smells great." Lin Meng was the first to catch the scent. As a woman, she was always sensitive to two things: one was attire, and the second was food.
