Chapter 659: The Eve of the Duel

Moments later, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the mountains stretched endlessly. On one of the peaks, smoke spiraled up, carrying with it the mouthwatering aroma of roasting meat. A sizable low-tier beast was roasting on a stone-built grill, its fragrance wafting through the air as the oil sizzled, filling the entire mountain with a mouthwatering scent. Gene Mormont rolled up his sleeves, looking just like a seasoned chef as he sprinkled spices over the meat. The aroma was so enticing that...