"I wonder how will Village-Head Grandpa react? He had always desired for someone of our village to become a cultivator." He giggled to himself: "I bet he'll be more excited than even Maa and Dada."
However, as soon as he entered the village, he was welcomed by the sight of the lying bodies of Villagers and a sour air.
Breathing this air made his throat burn, however, he couldn't care about that as he spotted the body of the Village head.
"Grandpa!" He yelled and rushed to him before kneeling to his side.
He picked up his lifeless body in his arms and shook it. "Wake up, Grandpa! What happened? Why is everyone sleeping?"
Though he had a guess, however, he wanted it to be wrong.
Gathering up the courage, he placed his finger below his nose.
It was as if the time had stopped.
"No!!" He yelled. "This can't be!" He shook his head profusely as tears welled in his eyes.