"Grandpa Fuxing, where is Shennong now?" Fu Bao asked anxiously as she sat on the auspicious clouds, scanning the vast forest below. Amidst the dense foliage, finding Shennong seemed like a daunting task.
"Don't fret, my dear. Grandpa will guide you to him," reassured Old Fuxing. As an esteemed deity with considerable experience, he possessed the ability to sense the presence of other gods.
Navigating through the forest, Fu Bao followed Old Fuxing closely. Eventually, they reached a towering tree, where Fu Bao spotted a robust young man with sun-kissed skin. He wore nothing on his upper body except for a skirt fashioned from animal skins, and was busy chewing on a handful of freshly picked herbs.
With a furrowed brow, the young man appeared dissatisfied with the taste and continued his search on the forest floor. Startled by the sound of approaching footsteps, he turned abruptly and fixed his gaze on them. "Who goes there?" he demanded.