The waterfall was like a silver chain, falling into the cold pool.
The water foam scattered, and the pearl shone brightly.
In a quiet and secluded place behind the peach forest, an old man and a young man stood with their sleeves down.
The old man was wrapped in a robe that had been washed until it had turned white. There were bark-like wrinkles on his forehead and the corners of his eyebrows were also slightly wrinkled, but his eyes were very bright.
This brightness carried a hint of " transcending the secular world and not caring about the secular world ", causing those who were used to being mellow to feel a sense of panic as if there was a thorn hidden in their hearts. This was because all the worldly methods they were familiar with were destined to be useless against this old man.
He could not get close to her, could not please her, and could not flatter her. He had his own world in his heart.
The youth was gentle.
