C215 Cijing Long Xiaoyun Lu Jingtao

Yun Xiu, clad in black, and the young monk Cijing, dressed in coarse linen, were both covered in grime, their faces etched with urgency as if they were escaping disaster. Despite the chaos, Yun Xiu firmly grasped Cijing's hand, racing ahead with reckless abandon.

In pursuit of Yun Xiu, a band of about thirty men in brocade garments gave chase