lt;The Pocket Dimens

At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,The woman leaned over to her son, whispered a word toward the door, and then brought to the table the freshly cooked vegetables and four steamed buns.,A pebble, imbued with a bit of power, struck Chen family brothers' knees without deviation. The three brothers instantly felt numbness in their knees and knelt on the ground, unable to stand up.。