"The sect's treasure has been stolen, and the disciple wishes to undertake another cleansing action. If the Ancestor approves not of this move, I pray grant a decree to dissolve my confusion."
It quietly awaited the burning of three sticks of incense, yet the tall stone statue remained unresponsive.
The old dog respectfully raised its forepaw, "Since the Ancestor has agreed, the disciple accepts the command."
In the wisps of rising blue smoke, a pale face was illuminated.
The person was hung on the Ancestor's statue.
The tender youth appeared no different from ordinary people, save for his two eyes that seemed to be outlined in red lacquer, in the shape of Dan Feng.
He was naked, his body perforated by nail-shaped wooden spikes covered in symbols, and his blood seemed to have drained out completely, leaving only the dried flesh around his wounds.
His skin was sickeningly pale as if it hadn't seen sunlight for many years.
"..."
