The sun shone over Hangzhou like it never did before. It was unusually dull. Something about the sky was not right. It was probably the colour of the sky, gray and looking like a thunderstorm ahead. People, though, went on doing their usual business as if nothing is wrong.
A young monk was standing next to the famous Three Laughter Inn, with a bowl in his hand. He was probably begging for food. The young monk looked at the sky and thought, bad luck will be brought here today. The day went on slowly. Night falls and the poor little monk was still begging for food, with no luck at all.
In seconds, the quiet inn for the townspeople was filled with strange characters. The little monk peeked into the inn and saw escorts, priests, monks, nuns, fighters and warriors of wulin. The strange customeres were busy shouting at each other to notice what was going on. The young monk was so curious that he decided to sneak into the inn. Just two steps and he felt someone grabbing his shoulder. He tucked but the grip was too strong. He turned around and saw a massive body. The face was covered by a straw hat. The body was covered by a cape. The only things he saw were the arm that grabbed him and a sword which the mysterious man carried in his left hand. The only other feature the young monk saw was the strip of cloth wrapped around the man's right hand and wrist.
The young monk asked trembling, "Who are you?"
The mysterious man replied coldly, "Get out of here before its too late."