Bai Qiu was lying on the edge of Tushan Lake, chewing grass in a daze. He had beaten Zhang Lingyu of Longhu Mountain a year ago and had not fought again. The girl who couldn't speak sat beside him, writing and chatting with him about new episodes. He squinted at the sky: except that he couldn't travel far, his life was quite comfortable. The stone pillars in the distance stood silently, as if waiting for him to get up.
