A Step from Jun Mo, an Arrow from the South

Four pig trotters were arranged neatly on a chopping board. The hair had been removed from them and they had been rinsed over with water. They looked as pale and white as new shoots plucked freshly out of the mud. With one glide of a sturdy knife, the earthy brown paper unfurled like a lotus leaf. The four trotters tumbled lightly onto the paper and were wrapped up into a parcel.

The Butcher handed the wrapped trotters silently to the waiting young man. Li Guangdi fished some coins out, placed them on the shop table and walked towards the exit.

Suddenly, the Butcher had a strange feeling. He raised his head and looked southwards in the direction of the West-Hill Kingdom. His vision passed directly through the blackened wall. His face paled.