The moonlight on the night of June 11th held a quiet, serene beauty of its own. Unescorted by a crowd of stars, it shed a soft radiance as the bustling world of the day gradually hushed.
Inside the Jile Pagoda, a figure clad in bright yellow robes suddenly materialized. He staggered a few steps before steadying himself, and as his wits returned, a human corpse abruptly intruded upon his vision. Terrified, he backed away a few paces and cried out, "Guards! Guard me!"
The surrounding space was utterly silent; only his own solitary voice echoed through the void...
Chapter 71