Her mother passed away early, and her father was a fifth-level caster at Hongxing Rolling Mill. Three months ago, he died from an occupational injury.,Du Fei's face flushed slightly, his mind racing with countless ways to utilize this spatial anomaly. He gasped for breath, his mouth parched. He hastily grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down in one go.,I grabbed it with my hand, and it actually pierced through. Although it looked yellow and orange, it was nowhere near as fine as the noodles ground to a powder in later times.。