The cave was so bare it was almost bleak. There was only one main hall, which contained a stone table and several stone stools, and two smaller rooms.
One of the small rooms was clearly for cultivation; a meditation cushion lay on the floor, though it was so old and tattered it was barely recognizable. The other room held a wooden bed covered with thatched grass that had long since rotted away, marking it as the sleeping quarters.
"Doesn't this Cultivator need to eat? How is there no kitchen?" Zhang Bin wondered, his face clouded with doubt.
His confusion was quickly resolved, however, when the Little Fox began squeaking incessantly beside a particular stone wall. Zhang Bin walked over and peered closely. His eyes widened in surprise when he discovered a door that blended seamlessly with the stone wall.
He pushed hard but couldn't move it an inch. Then, he sniffed the air and caught a strange fragrance, like the scent of sandalwood.
