The majestic grand hall, akin to an emperor's palace.
The lights were bright, glinting with gold and splendor.
Were it not standing amongst the mountains, none would discern it was a demon cave.
"Lord Buddha!"
At this moment, in the center of the grand hall, a figure with the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear, of enormous stature, wearing a bright yellow robe, was kneeling on the ground, paying his respects to the figure above.
Above him, a gaunt middle-aged man sat upright. His plain clothes were out of place in this grand hall. His coarse palms were toying with a string of Buddha beads, his eyes indifferently watching the burly man below: "You have stolen our sect's Treasure Script."
"Found! I found it!" The burly man quickly raised his head and repeatedly clasped his fists.
"Have you ever perused it?" The monk did not say much and continued to ask.
