The city of Mount Long Pass was especially lively. Most of its occupants consisted mainly of merchants, martial artists, and Taoist cultivators.
At present, inside one of the city's inns, several monks were meditated in one of the rooms. One of them was an old monk with unusually long ears and white eyebrows over his stern gaze. He held in his hand a string of a hundred and eight prayer beads. Most of these beads were translucent and glowing faintly. Something seemed to be swimming inside and one could vaguely hear the cries of beasts coming from within. However, the moment one tried to listen to the sound, it would cease to be audible immediately.
Suddenly, the old monk opened his eyes and asked, "Has Zhi Yin returned?"
One of the little monks got up and placed his palms together, a saluting gesture of their religion.
"Senior Rector, Senior Zhi Yin hasn't returned yet."
