Night had arrived, and they had stopped to camp for the night.
While the drivers took care of the horses, the passengers began setting up their tents outside.
A while later, everyone was sitting together encircling the fire as the meat was getting cooked over it.
Sitting near the heat source in this lightly chilly night brought them great delight.
This time, the person sitting next to Yi Chen was the leader of the mercenary group.
He was 47 years old, and his hair had already turned all white. It was clear that he had led quite a stressful life.
When the meat was cooked, he helped pass them out to others before finally handing one piece to Yi Chen.
"Here, eat well," he said with a smile.
"Thank you," Yi Chen nodded at this gesture and accepted the meat.
As the food started filling everyone's appetite, conversations started building up, and a few minutes later, almost everyone was talking with people around them.
