"Every grievance has a source, every debt a debtor. I'm burning these silver coins for you today, so don't come looking for me anymore... Please, I'm begging you."
At the gate of a desolate courtyard, a slender, short-haired man was burning special joss paper with a miserable look on his face.
The man was dressed in fine clothes, and behind him waited a small, one-person sedan chair. Two chair carriers, with sweat towels around their necks, sat on a large stone, waiting for him to finish.
In addition, two burly, saber-wielding guards stood by, vigilantly scanning the surroundings to ensure his safety.
While the man was burning joss paper, on the other side of the abandoned courtyard, a group of people burst aggressively through a gate.
BAM!
The dilapidated wooden door crashed to the ground.
Two powerful monks in red robes led the way, striding into the courtyard and scanning their surroundings.
