There Are Dogs Under Heaven, Who Will Chase Them Away?

The old Qin Master sat quietly on the big rock, and then he smiled. Elders' smiles always appeared so calm and warm, like they had long lost their intense moods and only had a calm that came with understanding the matters of the world.

He wore the cotton coat as well as the large jacket. He appeared a little swollen. However, the old man's body was strangely tall and sturdy, so he did not appear burdened.

"Don't worry too much."

The old man placed his hands behind his back and stood in front of the snowy and wet vegetable patch. He slightly raised his head and used that pair of already muddied eyes to look at the winter moon that peaked occasionally out from behind the night clouds. A long unseen glimmer of aggressiveness rose on his old face.