The trees in the mountain yesterday reached their natural end because they were not useful, and now the master's geese have died for the same reason... Unless a grand building is about to collapse, there's always a thousand-year-old beam—what use is there?
But if the building were to tilt, how would a single beam support it?
"Have some tea, old lady. Stop sighing every day, it's draining your lifespan."
The Heavenly Furnace raised the cup again and drank it all: "At such an age, how can't you be more open-minded than the young? Throw today's troubles to tomorrow, and we'll talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow...
Moreover, who knows, something good might happen tomorrow?"
"You make it sound easy. Where in the world can good luck just come knocking on your door while you're sitting at home?"
The Carrion Eater smiled too, but when she lowered her gaze to the teacup in her hand, she saw a ripple rise.
"What's the commotion?"
"Hmm, let me see..."
