In the misty mountains, the ancient buildings were solemn and quiet, unlike the human world.
Song Qingyou and the others followed the villagers through the memorial archway with the words 'White Tea Village', stopping in front of a white-haired old granny.
The villager who had been arranged by the village chief to lead the way waved at Song Qingyou, beckoning her to come forward.
"This is…?" Song Qingyou asked.
Every time a villager answered, she would translate for the people behind her.
"This is the oldest person in the village. She's ninety-one years old this year. She was carried up the mountain this morning."
"When offering sacrifices to the ancestors, the young people will be blessed by the oldest person in the village."
After saying that, the old lady held Song Qingyou's hands.
The old lady's hands were very dark, covered in wrinkles and calluses.
