Nighttime, void of stars and moon.
Within a court full of green moss stood a huge cauldron, stewing meat, the broth white and frothy, wafting wave after wave of fragrance.
At this moment, four robed figures in black were feasting on meat and sipping soup.
The cauldron itself was so large it would be no issue to stew two cows in it, and their chopsticks and soup ladles were absurdly long, too.
Each pair of chopsticks was nine meters long, even longer than the Overlord Spear, making it quite a task to manage a bite of meat with them.
Yet these black-cloaked individuals seemed to be thoroughly enjoying their meal, for they were not feeding themselves but rather each other.
Their presence seemed to assert a principle: with mutual aid and concerted effort, all could dine heartily.
The large pot of meat was quickly emptied, even much of the soup consumed, leaving only large bones bobbing in the cauldron.
