Ying Xuanyu narrowed his eyes and looked towards the direction of the sound.
A few minutes later, he saw a procession of people in white robes slowly approaching.
They all wore tall pointed hats, masks made of white paper money covering their faces, and held curtain poles. They claimed to be the "Holy Envoy Team," yet they looked much like a funeral procession.
At the forefront, four individuals were carrying a lotus-shaped sedan chair, with the curtains embroidered with pure white lotus patterns.
Trailing at the end of the procession, a few ragged villagers were chained and stumbled along.
"The world is a prison, and all beings suffer!"
"Reincarnation never ends, and troubles never cease."
"Have mercy on us, the divine descends."
"Mother of Non-Birth, the void homeland!"
Someone in the procession shouted, and the others responded in unison.
Echoing each other, they made their way to Ying Xuanyu and the white-haired girl.
