C312 I came to you to open the door

The tiny sixth level of North Tower had already become a world of porcelain.

Pots, bowls, bottles, pots, pillows, pastels, blue and blue glaze, everything. There were no less than a thousand of them. Even tables and chairs had been moved out of the door, making it impossible to step on them.

Amongst the pile of porcelain, Master Bu's eyes were glazed, as if he had lost his soul