How could Huashu, a mere mortal, have ever witnessed such miraculous means? After gratefully bowing to Zhang Qing, she happily walked inside to inspect the place. To her astonishment, all kinds of daily living utensils were fully provided; although made entirely of wood and stone, they were far more refined than those used within the tribe.
When Huashu emerged from the house, the figure who had called himself Daoist Qingling was nowhere to be seen, leaving her no choice but to bow in the direction of the East Sea. That very noon, a luan bird and a divine dragon descended before Huashu's two wooden huts, dropped off some wild fruits and the carcasses of mountain beasts, and flew away.
From that day on, either a luan bird or a divine dragon would fly by every few days, each time delivering immortal fruits or the carcasses of small beasts. Before long, everyone in the Huashu tribe knew about it.
Chapter 169