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.,But it was a case of solving one problem only to create another. Though the gourd quench his thirst, he soon became hungry again.,Sesame thought to himself, that hope of rescue was dwindling, but perhaps he could try gleaning some information from him。