He wore a gray monk robe that had been patched countless times, with a dirty and equally worn-out fan by his side.
A gourd that hadn't been used for wine in who knows how many years lay scattered nearby.
And the unkempt Mad Monk was snoring with his mouth slightly open, possibly dreaming of some delicious mountain delicacies.
Occasionally, he would scratch himself, and with a little rubbing, a dark mud ball would form.
"Why is he in such a state?"
Dust Concealment frowned slightly, feeling this was not quite what he had imagined.
But with things as they were, there was no turning back.
"Open!"
Accompanied by the Buddha Seal worn by abbots through the ages, it was applied to the cage, and he suddenly felt a piercing light.
When the Buddha Light flashed and was gone, the cage was already wide open.
The sleeping Mad Monk sat up at some unknown time. Although there was no pressure, Dust Concealment felt a sense of unease under his unblinking gaze.
