The next day, the sky was just beginning to lighten.
Outside the Incense Hall, raindrops dripped from the eaves while the moss-covered temple walls appeared faintly through the thin mist.
Since yesterday, when Sun Erzhuang went out of the city to fetch a coffin for Guan Hua's mother, he had not eaten a single grain of rice.
Xu Qing couldn't just watch their client collapse from hunger, so he took some boiled eggs given to him by Huang Laoxu and handed them to the chubby man to eat.
However, although the man was plump, he was not one to hoard food for himself.
Xu Qing, not having advanced to Hidden Corpse, couldn't stomach cooked food. Seeing Sun Erzhuang peeling an egg and offering it to him, he waved it off and declined. Sun Erzhuang then handed the peeled egg to Guan Dazhuang.
"Brother, you're injured and weak, you must eat something."
Guan Dazhuang, unable to refuse his brother's kindness, shared the dozens of boiled eggs with Sun Erzhuang until they were all gone.
