“You… can really pack food away. You must have been hungry, huh?” said the shocked young woman who had rescued Wu Jian as he scarfed down his tenth bowl of food.
They were sitting around a campfire. The warmth from the fire and food helped settle Wu Jian’s aching stomach and body. How many days had he gone without eating or properly resting? He couldn’t remember.
“Thank you for treating me with such hospitality,” Wu Jian said after he surreptitiously placed his half-eaten bowl of congee beside his shadow. No one seemed to notice as the bowl slipped into his shadow and reappeared completely clean.
“Travelers should always help their fellow travelers wherever we can. It brings good karma,” the young woman said with a smile. She tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear. “I’m Xing Zheny
