"Wu Xiong, tidy up your Grandpa Mafa's bones! Build a grave for him, erect a monument... Forget it, just follow your tribe's tradition, wrap him in animal skin, let me return him to the tree! ... Hmm, that Deputy Commander's official uniform, keep it well, hand it to the Ancestor High Priest... What? You still want potatoes and salted fish? Ancestor High Priest, what do you think? ... Good! The Ancestor High Priest has already agreed, go ahead and do it! Remember to kowtow to your grandpa!"
The Sorrel Tree stood quietly. A hundred years of time engraved its rings, growing into the treetop. Different banners came and went, buried bodies turning into white bones. To it, all the rise and fall on this land seemed like passing clouds.
"Swish... Swish..."
