The Sleeping And The Sleepless

"Condemn him!"

"He will kill us all!"

"He forsook us for his own life!"

There were angry mobs of cultivators, their faces unknown but their voices and shouts were demanding for something, or someone.

Cai couldn't understand what she was seeing, there were mirage of images, of sceneries, of people. Her master was among them. But he was not part of the retaliation. In fact, they were slurring those words at him.

Her glorious teacher, once revered, once served, had been reduced to such degradation, Cai couldn't bear to see. Where were his neat clothes gone? His hair, why has it turned to a ragged-like surface? His face was sunken and his eyes dimmed as if belonging to an undead.

She couldn't understand. What is she looking at? Is that truly him?

Oh Heavens, why is he chained so willingly? For sure he could break those shackles around his wrists and ankles. No one could have possibly done this to him!