C81

The yellow candlelight flickered, illuminating an image of an old man on the altar, half hidden in shadow, dark and unreadable, the other half exposed to the candlelight, smiling.

The face of a saint was only a thin line away from the face of an Asura.

"Little girl, stop looking. There are all kinds of forbidden books here. Cough, cough …" Leaning on his walking stick