Lin Zhou was a soup-dumpling maker who carried on his family's traditional craft. When he was thirty, he found a dust-covered brass steamer in the cellar of his old home. Strange ancient characters were carved crookedly into its base, making it seem far from ordinary. On a whim that night, he used the steamer to make a batch of Jinhua soup dumplings. The moment he lifted the lid, the white steam condensed into the shape of a dragon, carrying a wave of piping-hot fragrance straight to the ceiling. The next second, a tremendous force dragged the entire shop, steamer and fire included, into the void.
When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the familiar city streets, but on a barren mountain covered in jagged rocks. A figure flew past in the distance on a sword, while the roar of a demonic beast echoed through a ravine. Lin Zhou had barely recovered from his shock when a tiger out hunting pounced right in front of him. The sharp whistle of its claws tearing through the air made his eardrums ache. At the critical moment, the Myriad Worlds Soup Dumpling System's voice exploded in his mind!!!!
