In his mind, a grid-like space appeared, and a feeling arose within him: as long as he thought about it, he could put the teapot in his hand into this space.,The white porcelain teapot he had been holding suddenly vanished, and an identical one appeared in his spatial pouch.,Looking back one last time, the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the bustling voices in the courtyard.。