The Birth of a Strong Man from Another World

Zhao Zhi felt drowsily as if he had been sucked deeply into a deep black hole... When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a "bed" covered with hay. Next to him, an old man with gray hair and wrinkles was raising his hand with ancient wrinkles, holding a wooden gourd with a big crack in it and pouring water into his mouth. "Damn it, where am I? Hell?" "No, how could hell be like this and still have an old man serving me?" "Then where is this?"