Late at night, South of Dingzhou, Pinglai Inn.
The waiter carefully carried a bowl of mutton sprinkled with green onions into the hall, silently placed it on the table, and walked away.
Several figures were already seated in the hall: a tattooed strong man with green patterns on his forehead, a young man wearing a partial demon mask, a scholar silently reading a book, a Confucian scholar resting with his eyes closed, a veiled young woman...
SNAP.
The tattooed strong man picked up some chopsticks, tapped them on the table, and expressionlessly ate the steaming mutton.
Throughout the inn, only the sounds of slurping food and the scholar turning the pages of his book could be heard.
BANG!
The door of the inn was flung open forcefully, letting in a blast of wretched wind and harsh rain. Accompanied by a flash of lightning, a figure in a bamboo hat and straw coat appeared at the door.
THUD, THUD, THUD.
