Compared to the danger the bald crane was facing when dealing with the six Almighties trying to seize it, the world of reincarnations was in a state of peace.
Since there was no wind, there were no waves. Since there were no trees, there were no leaves which could move, making everything peaceful and quiet… Only the seasons changed silently while governed by a law that was different from the world outside, but no one noticed this change.
Time went by in a blink of an eye. As Su Ming watched the sun rise and set as people moved about around his noodle stall, he grew used to the smell of the smoke from his tobacco pipe, using blades of grass to weave grass puppets, and adding fish bones into his soup so that it would be filled with the scent of seafood.
