Exiting Rao Mountain.
Once the kitchen was no longer shrouded in mist, Long Ke, emerging from hidden cultivation in the Main Hall, immediately noticed.
At the thought of eating Spirit Rice, she quickly headed towards the kitchen.
But when she arrived, the kitchen was empty.
Except for that Uncle Wang, there was no one else.
As she was walking out, she noticed the kitchen had suddenly grown taller, with an additional layer and a more grandiose feel. Moreover, everything her eyes passed over seemed to have changed—the well looked different now. She had been too focused on entering the kitchen earlier to notice. The three words engraved on the well caught her eye fleetingly, and a refreshing sensation washed over her mind.
It felt just like the clarity after washing one's face in the morning.
As she pulled up the bucket while grasping the rope, Long Ke muttered, "What exactly happened in the kitchen during those days shrouded in that white mist?"
