Be Careful Not to Become Clay Pot Rice

The group arrived on Floor 121. They could enter directly from their rooms, but when traveling as a party, they still had to go to Floor 121 and follow the proper procedure.

Floor 121 was currently a vast, empty expanse of white. Something lonely and drifting beneath the dome—who knew whether it was the sun or the Main God's glowing orb—hung overhead. On the blank earth stood a conspicuous door.

As they approached the door, Feng Xue suddenly seemed to think of something and turned around.

"Qingxing Lantern, remember to stay away from little boys and fat guys. If you see more than five Black ATMs, keep your distance too. Miss Ke Family, you'd better not get on a boat or look at the stars, and don't eat with a fork. As for Old Li... let me ask you something: you're not from Fujian or Guangdong, are you?"

"Uh... I—no, why are you asking?"

Old Li looked a little dazed by Feng Xue's question. Feng Xue spread his hands. "I'm worried someone might turn you into clay pot rice..."

"..."

After that brief exchange, Old Li immediately realized how serious the situation was. He said solemnly, "No, I'm not from either place, and I'm not from Yuzhou either. But... if I were from Zhejiang, would I get rich?"

"I don't know, but you might turn into a micro-management master who says 'niang xi pi' every other word..."

Listening to the two of them exchange words that she recognized individually but couldn't understand at all, Qingxing Lantern figured they must have some special information about Floor 121. And from how quickly they understood each other after just a couple of sentences, she could also guess that they were talking about some strange rule that counted as common knowledge in a certain