Three months later.
Wisps of cooking smoke rose from the little village in the dusk, shrouded in a blanket of white mist.
Green mountains surrounded the village, and clear waters flowed on and on.
Li Ping'an and Old Ox followed the path through the fields, climbing toward the mountains amid the scent of grass, trees, and earth.
A square inch of pure land, beside mountains and water, with four distinct seasons.
Stealing half a day of leisure from a drifting life, curled in a corner, carefree and at ease.
After cutting firewood, he caught a rabbit along the way and picked some sweet-and-sour fruit.
Li Ping'an greeted a few early-rising villagers and slowly made his way home.
Breakfast was a pot of Bo Tuo, which was really just dough-sheet soup.
There was a proverb: "Even a clever housewife cannot make Bo Tuo without flour."
It meant that even a clever housewife could not cook a meal without rice.
Once they had finished the pot of dough-sheet soup, Old Ox began washing the bowls and scrubbing the pot.
Li Ping'an sat at the head of the heated brick bed, sinking his consciousness into a state of visualization.
These days, he had been trying to break through the Mud Pellet.
Occasionally, he chatted in the group with others who possessed Great Dao Runes, exchanging insights.
In this world, there were people like Li Ping'an who cultivated the Six Mysteries of the Human Body.
There were not many, but they did exist.
They had only one goal: to find Great Dao Runes.
This continued until noon.
Old Ox called out, "Moo!"
It was time for lunch, and lunch was the rabbit caught earlier that day.
There was little food left at home, and in a few days, they would no longer be