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Stork likes to put the disciples through their paces now and then, but really, he just enjoys talking with the younger generation. And what they talk about is not always limited to learning. What troubles have they run into lately? What books are people reading these days? What amusing things have happened? And what new nickname have the disciples come up with for this old fellow, "Rotten Stork"?\nLooking at these younger faces, he is reminded of his own youth, and of the youth of many who never came back.\nThis old man, forever asking questions and often coming off as oddly fussy, never forgets his most important identity: he is an elder of Mohist Hill. He watches over every disciple's growth, and at the same time keeps an eye on every stir and shift within the mountain.\nIn truth, many among his generation were far more gifted than he was. When he was young, he never imagined that one day he would become an elder himself. The reason is simple enough. So many of those outstanding people left the mountain and never returned...\nGeneration after generation, his bright eyes have grown clouded, and his once unworldly heart has been slowly carved open by experience. He is like an old, weathered stone laid quietly at the very foundation of a great building, unnoticed, unmoving, simply watching over the changes that have passed through Mohist Hill for decades.\nAnd now a new Grandmaster has come, young again. Youth is a fine thing...\nThe only thing in Mohist City that never really changes is its young people. There is always someone young, generation after generation...