On the border of the Northern Wilderness, Cangwu City.
It is said to be a city, but it is actually a large town surrounded by a rammed earth wall. Most of the people living in the town are hunters and refugees, and there are not many serious monks. Three miles to the north outside the city is a mass grave.
There was a crooked little wooden house built next to the mass grave. There was a hole in the roof, and it leaked every time it rained. The furnishings in the room were pitifully simple - a hard bed, a table with one leg missing, and on the table were half a jar of wine and a thick bowl with a broken mouth.
Xiao Yunji was lying on the hard bed, with one leg hanging on the edge of the bed and the other bent. Holding the wine bottle in his hand, he poured a sip into his mouth from time to time, smacked his lips after drinking, and continued to stare at the hole in the roof in a daze.
It's been a gloomy day today, and it hasn't rained yet.
"It's leaked again." He muttered, turned over, and faced the wall.
