Unfated Tian never stopped complaining about the children following him. Still, his hands were kinder than his…
Unfated Tian never stopped complaining about the children following him. Still, his hands were kinder than his mouth.
He carved trail marks into the rock as he walked. A few steps, one mark. A few more, another.
"That last one's too high. Those little legs won't reach it."
"And that one is fading. Better cut it deeper."
Grumbling to himself, he turned back again.
By the time he was done, he'd barely gathered a few lingzhi. The sun, meanwhile, had already climbed from the middle of his back to his shoulders.