Wang Chan returned to his home with a gloomy face, heading straight to the guest hall. As he entered, he was met with the aroma of fine wine and dishes. A huge round table was filled with exquisite delicacies, yet there was only one guest eating.
This person wore a robe interlaced with patterns of dark purple and black. His face was covered with greasepaint that erased his true appearance, leaving only a ludicrous smile. His sleeves were rolled up high, one foot on the chair, and he didn't use the neatly arranged tableware, but instead grabbed the meat and dishes from the table with his hands.
Often before he had chewed one bite thoroughly, another was crammed into his mouth, like a starving ghost reincarnated.
Such eating habits, even for a practitioner, would inevitably lead to choking, at which point this guest with a painted face would roll his eyes and use his greasy hands to fumble on the table until grabbing a wine jug and pouring the spout directly into his mouth.
