And the culprit behind all of this was currently carrying an old man in ragged Taoist robes, walking unhurriedly along a winding mountain path.
Hoofbeats echoed with a clack-clack, and loose gravel rolled away.
The old man dangled his legs, a blade of grass plucked from who-knows-where clenched between his teeth, and spoke in a muffled mumble.
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