Do we meet again? Or part ways?

of which was the root carving stolen by Old Chen."What about the other stuff, where did you put it" I asked, looking up."Where would I dare to leave it All of it was pushed down by bulldozers and pile...ehind the offering table, wisps of black mist surged forth. The mist was as sharp as ice, scraping against the skin with a fine, relentless edge."…"Chong Mo muttered to himself, looking at me. "Doesn'...