Following a group of high ministers, Wu Qi slowly made his way down the lofty mountain that was the Torch Dragon's coiled up body. His legs were stiff and his eyes were blank. Loud and long belches constantly rang out across the stream of people, and the air was filled with the bloody stench of meat. Every so often, muffled groans and moans could be heard coming from those Oracles and civil officials with frail bodies, whose bellies were stuffed with vegetables.
As he walked, Wu Qi looked back over one shoulder at You Xiong Palace on the top of the mountain, crouching like a monster.
