The smell of hay and beans, mixed with the sound of an egg cracking, a large black horse in the stable snorted happily and nudged the rough canvas tunic of its guard.,The face in the basin kept changing, Weitu's appearance had grown older, from a youthful weariness to truly becoming an old man with crow’s feet and white hair.,"To surely achieve something" is too mystical, and waiting until he's seventy or eighty to "become great late in life" is useless.。