Obediently, Shen Yang selected a well-marbled cut of meat and began roasting it for Lanshan.
With the rainstorm tonight, there was no need to worry about any smells escaping. Even the scent of blood at the cave entrance would be washed away by the rain.
The fat sizzled and popped in the fire.
Seeing Bai Mo's rather peculiar expression, Lanshan and the others realized what was going on.
Their expressions turned a little awkward, as if an unspoken rule of their trade had just been exposed to an outsider.
"Ahem!"
Lanshan cleared his throat and said,
"We don't normally eat this kind of meat."
"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just... its original owner was an unsettling sight. But see? I'm about to dig in."
Bai Mo nodded.
To be fair, he had watched Shen Yang and the other two butcher the bear carcass. The process had been meticulous, so there was no reason to suspect any lingering issues.
Lanshan slapped the ground, signaling his men to get to work.
