In the heart of a secluded forest, the aged Fang Jin went about his daily routine. His once jet-black hair now graced with streaks of white, matched the pristine color of his beard. Despite the passing years, he retained a rugged handsomeness, his physique still displaying the strength of a much younger man. At his side, a loyal black cat sat, observing its master's every move.
With the afternoon sun descending toward the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, Fang Jin carried the final load of logs to his modest storage area behind the cabin. His steps were deliberate, each movement efficient and purposeful. The logs would soon fuel the fire that would illuminate his humble abode in the evening hours.
