"Lift the coffin!"
Eight married guards in embroidered outfits shouted and lifted the heavy coffin slowly to their feet.
Yang Ge, mourning in coarse linen, stood in front of the coffin, tightly embracing a pot for burning joss paper as if at a loss.
Seeing this, Liu Mang, who was leading the chant on the side, took three steps in two strides to reach him, held the pot high above his head, and shouted loudly, "Break the pot."
"Smash."
The pot shattered as it hit the ground.
With the breaking of the pot came the separation of yin and yang.
This lifetime's fate was exhausted...
...
Three days later.
Yang Ge sat silently under his own grape arbor, perusing the secret tome of the "Five Elements Reverting to the Origin Qi."
A grapeleaf that had survived the winter silently drifted down in the gentle spring breeze.
He bent down to pick up the leaf and gently tucked it into the secret tome he was holding.
