October 23, Thursday.
Lead-gray clouds pressed down on the scattered blue tiles, while the mountain stream twisted through jagged rocks like a silver chain.
This village, situated dozens of kilometers away from Xuanhe Village, was surrounded by mountains and meandering water, with insufficient flat land for development.
Despite being located in Qinling, Anchang Village rarely sees visits from foreign Beastmasters, its desolation and stillness just as before, even the wind carrying an old, decaying scent.
Zhao San returned here with his wife and children yesterday, preparing to take his parents to Xuanhe Village for some time.
But the old folks' obsession with their homeland baffled Zhao San, persuasion failed after long attempts, leaving him sighing helplessly.
"Oh well, Dad and Mom can't part with their crops, and there's a bunch of livestock to care for."
"We can just come visit often." his wife advised.
Zhao San sighed again: "That's the only option for now."
