Wen Yan placed a hand on the Taoist's shoulder, his eyes shining as he declared loudly, "Let's go. We'll take a look together and see if the person you've been longing for is truly as inhumane as you believe."
The Taoist was struggling; he didn't dare to face it.
As the endless light around them gradually dimmed, they found themselves by the bank of a small river.
Just like the last time they went back, the world was only black, white, and gray.
A Little Taoist, his topknot slightly askew, squatted by the river, staring blankly at the crabs in the water and muttering to himself.
Crabs... fried might be delicious. No, no, no, the book says they must be steamed. The crab roe is extremely delicious. What does 'delicious' even taste like?
While the Little Taoist was lost in his daze, a sudden laugh startled him.
