Upon returning to the Sect, Qin Fang went straight to the peak where his master meditated in seclusion.
He would wait here for his master's return.
Heavy snow began to fall from the sky, but as the flakes drifted down, they melted naturally in the vicinity, not a single one landing on the tea table.
Qin Fang stared at the snow-filled sky, slightly dazed.
'I was searching for traces of Master and the others, but I never expected to find something this significant.'
'When did that dry well become like that?'
'Was it already like that five years ago, when Master and the others went there?'
'And what in the world are the Three Religions up to?'
'They're slaughtering people village by village, county by county, commandery by commandery...'
'Is it really just to follow their so-called doctrines?'
'Or...'
'Is there some deeper reason?'
His thoughts drifted, jumping from one topic to another.
Finally, his mind returned to the dry well from today...
