C60 A Bowl of White Porridge Was Still Porridge

In the early morning, Xuanyuan Chuan sat by the stream at the courtyard entrance, a delicately patterned teapot in hand. He leisurely poured tea into his mouth while fishing with a bamboo rod. The stream's water, originating from the perpetual snow atop the mountain, was home to a very rare type of snow fish. These fish thrived in millennia-old icy waters, boneless and spineless