The next day, Yu Xuan woke up, completed his morning routine, checked his reflection, and then made his way toward his master's palace.
After nearly an hour of climbing, he stood before the familiar grand doors and called out, "Master, your disciple has a few questions!"
The palace doors opened smoothly, and once again he saw his master lounging on her throne — still looking like a peerless beauty with nothing better to do.
Her multicolored hair shimmered, changing hues faster than he could blink.
"What is it now?" she asked lazily, not even shifting position. She looked as if she'd spent the morning perfecting the art of doing absolutely nothing.
But that art is difficult to practice, by modern standards.
Yu Xuan stepped inside, he said things straight to the point, and with a pitiful expression,
"There's nothing to eat here!"
His master blinked, confused. Her expression was full of question marks. "...What of it?"
