Yanbei frowned slightly, and the sound of the prayer wheel's bells reached his ears. Dingling, dingling, the lamas who slowly walked around the Heavenly Pillar, and the believers who wore brown cloaks and hats, didn't care about these outsiders at all.
In their hearts, faith was the only thing that mattered.
So...
When Yanbei noticed that a believer's steps slowed down and paused in front of him, his nerves reacted but his body didn't keep up. The believer, who had stopped, held a short blade under his wide sleeves which glided across Yanbei's chest, leaving a deep bloody gash with a stream of fresh blood.
He had retreated, still, his chest flesh was cut open. And when he tried to take a step back and counterattack, the believer threw a kick!
The person leaped, one foot kicking onto his chest, and used the force to soar mid-air... The wide robes couldn't hide the flowing black hair.
Mid-length, ink-black, eyes as dazzling as the stars.
