A Conversation with Min-Hou, the Middle-aged Man

At Zheng-Fu's house, in the living room...

Phew!!!

“Why is it so tiring just exploring the whole mountain? Or is it because I haven't walked like normal people for a long time, so I'm so exhausted?” Zheng-Fu let out a long breath. In fact, he was not really tired; he just thought he was tired because he had been traveling at the same speed as normal people.

After exploring his entire mountain, Zheng-Fu returned to his house. It was time for sunset, and Zheng-Fu was also very hungry. But inside the house, there was nothing edible—only kitchen utensils used for cooking.

“Luckily, I brought a lot of food with me. Otherwise, I would have starved to death!” Zheng-Fu did not think much about the lack of food in the house, as he had stored plenty in his secret dimensional space, enough to last him for three years.

Woooooosh!!!

Clang! Clang!

Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!