The morning mist was slightly chilly, and the river waves slapped against the rocks.
A crackling bonfire burned, and Lv San was roasting several fish with a twig, occasionally sprinkling them with spices and salt he carried with him. Soon, the fragrance spread.
He handed it to Wang Daoxuan, then took the warmed wine from the Daoist, chatting and eating while having their breakfast.
As for Wu Ba, with a bigger appetite, he was already gnawing on half of a wild boar roasted the night before, eating until his mouth was greasy, not caring that he dirtied his clothes.
The three of them looked a bit disheveled, and their bodies had a strong odor.
There was no other way. Ever since they left the Yangzhou Pier following the clues to start the pursuit, they hadn't had a good night's sleep, constantly investigating, pursuing, and fighting unknown enemies, without much time to wash up.
But the ones more unfortunate were the few people facing them.
