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Two days later.
Low Hill Courtyard.
By the western stove, Chen Mu moved a millstone-sized rock from a little hollow, hollowed out a round pit in the middle, covered it with a wire mesh, and thus, a fine grill was made.
He spread a finger-thick slice of marinated meat across the wire mesh.
A ball of black smoke appeared out of nowhere, slowly enveloping the slices of meat.
Three breaths later, Chen Mu dispelled the black smoke of the Spirit Armor Technique.
Without sound or scent, a charred layer formed on the surface of the meat. The delicious aroma was overwhelming, and it was thoroughly cooked.
Chen Mu pinched a slice and tossed it into his mouth.
The taste exploded in his mouth, the crispy exterior giving way to the tender inside, with a spicy saltiness assaulting his taste buds.
"Delicious!" Chen Mu's eyes lit up.
"The Cloud Mirage Spirit Armor Technique's splitting method is fantastic!" Chen Mu thought happily.