He was now leaning half against a hall-like room. In the center stood a table covered in dust, an eight immortals table, with several low square stools. Against the wall were blackened stones piled up to make a stove.,Making sure no one was around, he gritted his teeth against the throbbing pain and raised his right hand to grasp the iron hook that pierced through his left shoulder.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。