Jia Lin had been bowing and praying, dancing, and singing for ten years now. He had long since been accustomed to the Elfen culture and he had long since known how to pray.
Jia Lin looked deeply at the old woman, he could tell that she was special because she was the first to have ever spoken to him in these ten years. Jia Lin placed his hands together and gave the old woman a bow, not saying anything, because there was no need to. His bow said all that was needed to be said and like this, Jia Lin continued walking down the road which he was now all too familiar with.
"Listen to the ancestors"
Jia Lin closed his eyes, he stopped by the side of the road where a tall tree stood. He then sat down without even opening his eyes to look at where he was sitting down, in his mind, from his soul
