"I wonder if they succeeded in the end?"
Qian Cangyi leaned against the window, holding a coffee cup in his right hand. Autumn's sun cast a faint warmth on his shoulders. From afar, came the sound of chanting in unison, intermixed with the rhythm of wooden fish tapping. The synchronization was perfect, and to the ears, it resembled white noise, providing a sense of peace. If one listened carefully, they could even hum along.
He opened the window, placed the white coffee cup aside, and leaned out. His line of sight swept around the surroundings, spotting the source of the chanting at the crossroad to the right: a four-meter-tall electronic Buddha statue was slowly moving. Around the statue were four formations of volunteers dressed in monk robes. Despite the Buddha statue and the soothing chant, the statue's fierce expression emitted an invisible pressure that, when gazed upon for too long, instilled a sense of fear.
