Xiao Chen consulted his map as he hurried over, arriving on the fifth day of the new year.
In the small village at the foot of the hill, people had already started setting out clay pots in their courtyards, soaking soybeans, lentils, and brown rice in water ahead of time.
Ingredients soaked like this two days beforehand were easier to cook into a soft, melt-in-your-mouth porridge.
Xiao Chen wasn't a fan of overly soft food, so he headed straight for the center of the village.
He continued until he saw someone drying bones in front of a large courtyard.
Tending to the bones was an elderly man dressed in coarse cloth. His beard was gray, but his face was ruddy and full of life.
He was holding a bamboo basket, taking out more bones to spread across the ground.
If you ignored the white light shimmering on the bones, the scene would have been quite harmonious.
Xiao Chen was a little stunned. 'Are these Demon Cultivators from the White Bone Sect being a bit too brazen?'
