As the sun set in the evening, Li Mo returned to the blacksmith's shop, carrying the hopes of the entire village along with a wild deer that had been frightened to death by demons.

In the simple and rustic courtyard, smoke from cooking gently rose, caressed by the breeze.

"Does the fairy lady want to eat?" Li Mo thought to himself as he processed the deer meat, skewering it onto bamboo sticks.

Perhaps he should send some in once it's roasted. His barbecue skills were exceptional, probably because he believed that both blacksmithing and cooking required precise control of heat.