"What are you doing?" Mou Chuan asked.
Lin Wu, lost in thoughts of wandering beyond the heavens, came back to her senses and sat up straight, turning her head to look over.
Mou Chuan, who had come out, had changed into a spacious Tibetan robe, with hair soft as silk casually draped behind his back, and was wearing a mask nearly identical to the one the Ridge Master wore.
At last, Lin Wu saw a somewhat familiar figure.
"Master, are you well now?" she asked.
Mou Chuan looked at her with a cool and indifferent gaze, not revealing what he was thinking, and took a while before responding with a grunt.
Lin Wu's eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up before him, saying, "Master, I'm hungry."
Mou Chuan paused, a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.
"So?"
"So, Master, could you make me something to eat? Anything will do; I'm not picky right now."
Lin Wu mused to herself, uncertain if the food within this illusion could be eaten.
It didn't matter; she'd starve if she didn't eat soon.