C223 Infernal Hell

In a quaint village to the north of Soong City, Wu Daozhi stood before a modest platform, enthusiastically narrating with a folding fan in hand. Yet, the audience before him had dwindled to none, save for a little boy in grimy, tattered clothes who listened with rapt attention. This child had been his sole spectator for three consecutive days.

Wu Daozhi had journeyed far north to this place