At the border between the Iron Nation and the Fire Nation.
The weather in the Iron Nation was cold, but in the Fire Nation, it felt like spring all year round.
Despite being only a few hundred kilometers apart, Su Xiao had just crossed from a snowy plain into a vast grassland.
A gentle breeze blew softly, and a few sparrows flew overhead.
The early morning air on the grassland was fresh, and the dew dampened Su Xiao’s pant legs.
Beside a campfire, the aroma of roasting meat wafted through the air.
Several large pieces of venison were cooking over the flames, their surfaces turning golden brown, with oil dripping from the fragrant meat onto the fire, making a sizzling sound.
This was wild game that Bubuwang had caught.
“Gulp.”
The sound of swallowing echoed.
“Don’t move.”
Su Xiao glanced at Amu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Amu immediately straightened up like a scolded schoolboy.
At this moment, Su Xiao held a metal rod, tapping on Amu’s exposed bones.