Above the imperial city.
The cold wind howls, blood rain drifts, and the air is filled with a thick, pungent stench of blood.
Xiao Yi stands in the air, holding an infant with one hand; the crying baby in his arms, who just lost its parents, now has its eyes closed.
Sleeping peacefully.
Two sets of long, dark eyelashes tremble lightly, with tear stains hanging on them, shining with a bloody light.
Xiao Yi looks expressionlessly at the three monks, Huijing.
These monks appear full of compassion, but through his eyes, he sees through all their disguises, like three demons clad in human skin. In their eyes, any existence that threatens their interests is a heretic demon.
The hypocrisy draped over these people is nauseating.
"Amitabha!"
Huizhen chants the Buddha's name, looking at Xiao Yi with a solemn expression, and says gravely, "Second Brother, this person disregards everything and does not respect the Buddhist Law. Please allow me to strike and slay this fiend!"
