Night.
Two moons hung high in the sky.
Among the mountains and forests, a bonfire rose.
Wang Qizheng came over, holding two rabbits in his hand, excitedly said, "Big Senior Brother, I found two rabbits, let's have some roasted rabbit."
"Rabbits?"
Song Yin looked over and suddenly smiled, "If there are rabbits, then there must be a rabbit hole. I'll go look around nearby and find some herbs to season the meat."
"Alright, Big Senior Brother, I'll take care of these two rabbits first."
Wang Qizheng sat down by the bonfire, handed one of the rabbits to Zhang Fei Xuan, and then with a flick of his hand, his fingers transformed into sharp claws. He picked up one rabbit, sliced its belly open, and peeled off the skin.
Song Yin stood up and walked into the darkness.
It wasn't until his figure disappeared into the darkness that Wang Qizheng's innocent smile immediately collapsed. He glanced at Zhang Fei Xuan and snorted coldly.
"Your snorting is useless."