Leaving Zhao Yun's home behind, another person had joined them in the car: Zhao Yun.
That so-called divine meat had cost him six of his tentacles, causing Zhao Yun's heart to bleed. In his words, that wasn't divine meat; it was his own flesh! Hence, no matter what, he had to taste it himself to be satisfied.
Suming had a bit of a perfectionist streak in him. Having already obtained four types of ingredients, he began to ponder over the issue of wild Reeves' shad.
"I advise you to stop wasting your energy. Without the population, there's no possibility of an individual existing."
Sitting in the back of the car, Zhao Yun fiddled with his fishing rod. Since they were going to Huayin County anyway, the homebody was planning not just to eat but also to join Suming for some fun on the river. So, he had prepared a few fishing rods for angling on the river the next day.