Outside Beijing's southern suburbs, at an unnamed cemetery, Lin knelt before a nameless tombstone. With an emotionless expression, he set the yellow paper in his hand alight and placed it in the brazier.,"Not bad..." the old man said weakly. "Your grandpa Wang once said that those who can seal with silver needles are all great practitioners of Traditional Chinese Medicine. If this young man truly has such skill, then he... must be extraordinary!",The child stared blankly in the direction Lin had left, a little lost in thought.。