Serpent Ancestor

The next day.

In a valley filled with the fragrance of spiritual herbs.

An elderly man with white hair and beard sat under the eaves of a thatched hut. On the stove in front of him, a clay pot was simmering with succulent fish meat. The soup bubbled and rolled, emitting an enticing aroma.

Seeing a figure appearing at the entrance of the valley from afar, the old man’s face broke into a smile.