When Fang Xing awoke, he felt his physical body was quite weak, without even a bit of strength. Struggling to open his eyes, he saw an old black temple roof, with fragments of green tiles broken, revealing spots of sky. He was covered with a thin, tattered blanket. After using much effort to sit up, he found himself lying in a dilapidated large hall, seemingly a ruined temple. In the middle, there was a half-damaged statue covered in dust, with paint peeling off. Meanwhile, in the hall, a clay pot was boiling on a wooden fork, and beside it squatted a little girl!
From the clay pot, a rich aroma of porridge wafted out, provoking his empty stomach and causing his hunger to rise.
