Ah Dai squatted on the ground, weeping uncontrollably. As he cried, he carefully scooped the scarce blue ashes from the ground into a small porcelain jar using a tiny shovel. After closing the jar, Ah Dai carefully placed it into his pack. He then decisively turned, shouldered two bundles, and rushed out of the door. The three dried corpses lay untouched where they fell. Ah Dai took a deep glance at the house where he had lived for five years, and with a grit of his teeth, cast another Flame Spell. Large patches of blue flames spread upon the roof under Ah Dai's push. In an instant, the courtyard turned into a sea of fire. Dai used his toe to kick the three corpses into the flames, and with a heart full of hatred and grief, he ran towards the distance.