In this land where everyone was powerful,
Even the average peasants,
Who only live for the life they had given,
No one could ever be strong than this.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
His hair was turning to a grayish one, his skin was now saggy and wrinkled as the light surpassed through his eyes down to his mouth. He was shifting his look and Althea was witnessing it right in her eyes. She placed her hands on her mouth and couldn't control the surprise from it. She breathed and hissed as she looked at Qing Long with agitated pupils.
Qing Long's facial features earlier dispersed into thin air, replacing it with another one, and Althea was witnessing it every second. His robes were emanating the simple robes of peasants, tied around the abdomen, a bag that was made of sack, the one whom Althea saw from the first day she had landed right at the Qing Empire, and the cane on his hand.
