The General (I)
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That was the method that the Headmaster had taught him with a rod on the balcony of the Building of Pines and Cranes. Eldest Brother had also taught him a vague lesson about it in the Wilderness. He had also thought of that method when he was imprisoned in the cliff cave.
The method was simple, clear and was filled with power. However, from another respect, one could also say that it was a foolish one. It was completely at odds with Ning Que's take on life, which appeared bright on the surface but was actually dark inside.
Standing on the street of Chang'an in the slowly darkening spring day, Ning Que thought about what would happen after autumn. In a while, he felt passionate, and then he felt sad. He did not notice a cloud drifting from the north.
"Are you Mr. Thirteen?"