Inside Liangzhou City, along the main street.
A young monk in a tattered kasaya walked slowly along.
He was exceptionally handsome, with eyes bright as stars and red lips framing pearly white teeth.
Even in monk's robes, he couldn't hide his otherworldly bearing.
"Oh, whose young master is that? He's so handsome."
The tofu-selling widow leaned against the doorframe, flicking a handkerchief as her eyes danced.
Beside her, a porter spat in sour envy.
"Hmph, look at that smooth, tender skin. I bet he's some rich family's young master, dressed up like a monk to trick young girls."
Even the bolder young women and newlywed wives were at it, some giggling behind their hands, others boldly batting their eyelashes at him.
The young monk paid them no mind. He walked straight through the bustling crowd, finally stopping before a solemn, imposing government office.
"This must be the place."
The young monk looked up.
"Stop!"
The two Demon Suppression Guards at the entrance drew their sabers halfway and shouted, "This is an important place of the Demon Suppression Bureau. All unauthorized persons, stand back!"
The young monk joined his palms and bowed slightly.
"Amitabha."
"This humble monk is Wangchi. I have come to ask your bureau for an explanation..."
He didn't get to finish.
Someone cut him off.
"Get lost, get lost, get lost! You've come to beg at the Demon Suppression Bureau?"
"..."
Wangchi slowly let his smile fade, his expression turning blank. "This humble monk isn't here to beg for alms."
He lifted his head, his gaze passing over the two guards to look straight into the depths of the compound.
"Tell Wei He to come out."
"If he's willing to sever one of his own arms and hang it above the gates of Jeweled Temple to atone, this