On a mountain peak at the borders of the Buddha Country, a faint, elusive purity of Buddha's energy suffused the air.
Atop the peak, Guanyin and Tan Wuwei both sat cross-legged upon lotus platforms, surrounded by murmuring Buddhist chantings and the manifestation of Buddhist texts.
From their vantage point, they could clearly witness the Heavenly Fire descending from the sky, even more so as Tan Wuwei possessed the divine skill of foresight, yet they remained unmoved, as if oblivious to the turmoil.
This was not merely because the injuries to believers or the destruction of Buddha statues were trivial matters, insufficient to warrant the intervention of two third grades, but also due to the presence of two recent visitors.
The two guests were markedly different; one had a towering figure, wore a black robe, had an ugly yet imposing and weighty visage, with hair like coarse needles, exuding an extremely strong blood aura.
