The night was quiet and only the wind gently swayed the leaves around the house. In your modest hut in the forest not far from the city, you slept on a mat, covered with a thin blanket. Suddenly, the cries of birds and the rustling of wings were heard outside, as if they were frightened by something. Then, right at your door, a crash was heard from which you immediately woke up. The sound was like someone falling heavily.

Hurriedly getting up, you ran to the door and opened it. Imagine your surprise when you saw an unconscious and bleeding white-haired man dressed in a red hanfu lying on your threshold.