Gu Sheng returned home.
The hunger in his stomach made his eyes almost turn green. After a whole day of practicing, with only two flatbreads in between, he was so famished that he could hardly tell east from west.
He quickly started a fire to cook.
He simply prepared a large piece of smoked meat and then began to devour it ravenously.
Burying his head in his food, he didn't even have time to savor its taste.
Gu Sheng quickly finished all the dishes he'd prepared. As the hunger subsided, he finally felt much better.
"Practicing the Iron Stone Fist might not seem to consume much, but in truth, it requires engaging the muscles across the entire body to condense power. If I continue this kind of grueling training daily, I'll need to consume at least a pound of meat every day!"
Gu Sheng couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.
The cost alone for meat consumption would amount to around one or two taels of silver each month.
