Ashen Land, Land of Unceasing.
The night falls like a heavy ink-colored velvet, slowly covering the earth.
The splendor and din of the day settle under the cool moonlight, transforming into a silent tranquility.
Xia Sheng set up a simple tent under a wind-sheltered Giant Rock, with warm light from the scattered Crystal Stone seeping through the tent flaps.
He sat inside the tent, holding a steaming Spirit Meal, its rich fragrance dispelling some of the night's chill.
He savored it in small bites, while a floating split-screen light curtain appeared before him.
Inside the screen, his brothers were all enjoying the food; as the conversation reached its peak, they raised their glasses and toasted from afar.
"You brat, how did you end up eating delicious spirit fish, do you even appreciate it? Hurry up and give me some." Encountering the reproductive system eating spirit fish meat, Xia Sheng raised his chopsticks, looking toward one of the split screens.
