I squinted at Big D as I finished dressing a fox pelt. I tilted my head to the side, trying to make sense of what he was doing. Is—is my fucking chicken doing a training montage? I watched his incredibly crisp kicks for a little longer. I shook my head. Nah, I’ve just spent too long alone and I’m humanizing him a bit too much. Or maybe it’s just cultivator world bullshit.
