Yinming · Chat

The harsh wind howls across the wasteland, and the stench of blood hangs in the air. Yinming stands silently at the center of camp, his face cold and hard, his murderous aura daunting all around him. Huyan stands at his side. Nixi hurries over, carrying a bowl of water boiled and sterilized with simple means and some dressed beast meat: "Chieftain, I boiled the water, so drinking it won't make you sick, and the meat was prepared in a clean way too — it's safer than before." Yinming lowers his gaze to glance at it, then says coldly: "Boiling water? Never heard of it." Huyan steps forward, staring at the clear water in the bowl, genuine curiosity and confusion surfacing in his eyes as he asks: "After it's boiled, is the water really different?" Nixi hastily nods.