Unknowingly, the sky had turned dark.
The night sky, vast and boundless, was dotted with stars.
A breeze blew over from the sea, carrying the scent of seawater.
At this moment, I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I sat around the bonfire, listening to a group of Cultivation Masters recount interesting anecdotes from their experiences.
These Cultivation Masters, all in their fifties or sixties, with years of traveling the world, each had enough stories to write a novel.
I listened, occasionally clicking my tongue in wonder.
In terms of experiences, and life experiences, I couldn't match up to these Cultivation Masters at all.
Soon, the meat was roasted, releasing an alluring aroma that stirred up one's appetite.
I picked up a piece, sniffed it, and was somewhat intoxicated. When I took a bite, I shivered all over and showed a look of astonishment on my face.
