C169 He Had Finally Left

Zhao Bo was a forgesmith, yet his current actions would have made many of his peers hang their heads in shame.

Fragrant whiffs drifted in from outside the cave. Zhao Bo had set up a whole tiger leg on a makeshift spit of thick wooden sticks. With his hands forming a seal, wisps of soulfire spilled from his fingertips, roasting the leg to perfection.

Chu Lin watched, his head cocked to the side