Golden Patterns
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The patterns on his body became increasingly distinct, golden lines resembling the giant he had encountered in the starry sky.
These lines adorned his back, chest, legs, and arms after almost half an hour of cleansing. Jian Wushuang left the upstream area and returned to his dwelling downstream.
The cave had undergone significant changes over the past year, now a rather comfortable place. He had cut and arranged some animal hides to fashion a makeshift bed.
Since entering this place, his daily routine had become similar to that of an ordinary person. Even though his physical strength had grown immensely, he still experienced hunger and fatigue.
Puff!
Jian Wushuang took a piece of charcoal from the pile, blew on it forcefully, and a flame erupted. Crackling sounds filled the air.
After setting up the bonfire, he retrieved a hind leg of a water buffalo and began roasting it over the flames.