If one day in the future, Aya finds out that the Junior Brother Taryn who has been bickering, eating, drinking, and living under the same roof with her all this time is actually the Saint Lord of the Hale family, Alex, I wonder just how magnificent this girl's expression will be?
"Eh? I got it!" Aya's eyes suddenly lit up, struck by a sudden inspiration.
"If we smoke all this deer meat into cured meat, then it won't rot and stink, right?"
"Mhm, let me think. To smoke cured meat, we need smoke. To have smoke, we need fire..."
"Flying Fire Sword Flames!"
Before Alex could even explain the specific process of smoking cured meat, Aya directly drew her sword from her waist and poured her energy into it.
A streak of blazing fire sword qi swept out horizontally, instantly turning the dozen or so old trees around them into living torches, burning fiercely.
