Li Tongya rode the wind westward, crossing over the border of Eastern Shanyue and the Li Family at Big Fish Creek, soared above Shamo Li's palace, and delved ever deeper into the Shanyue region.
As Li Tongya traveled west, the jungles grew denser, the villages dull and bleak, crumbling and tattered, the dirt roads littered with abandoned bones. The living starved to skin and bone, crawling on the ground, putting those grey bones into broken pots to boil, boiling them into powder, making a pot of grey soup, with a circle of jackals seated around, crying out as they waited for someone to collapse.
