Snowflakes fluttered through the air as a carriage descended from the neighboring mountain's Wuxiang Temple, with an elderly man inside pulling his cloak tightly around him, furrowing his brow, and thumping his legs.
"Marquis, are your legs feeling numb again?" Aged servant beside him looked at him worriedly.
The elderly man looked out at the sprawling snowflakes, sighed, and said, "These legs are doomed to become useless, and I fear this report to the court can no longer be delayed."
The servant moved the small charcoal stove closer to his side, massaging his legs, then hesitated and said, "Marquis, didn't Master Hui Neng just mention that nearby Qingping Temple is holding almsgiving and a free clinic today? Perhaps a miracle or a turning point will occur."
