"This is the old... demon you mentioned?"
On the heated brick bed of an old residence, Qi Xiu held the scroll given by Hu Tianzong, lowering his eyes to scan its contents.
The scroll felt sticky in hand, seemingly tanned from some kind of hide, heavy, and weighty.
On the dull, sepia-toned surface, there was a painting of a benevolent and kind, eternally smiling golden Buddha, bearing a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to the Maitreya Buddha of the Buddha Sect.
This golden Buddha appeared at first glance no different from usual Buddha statues, dignified and solemn.
But upon closer inspection, one would find a trace of an unnerving and insane evil hidden in the squinting eyes of the golden Buddha.
On its open, round belly, distorted faces of agony seemed to faintly emerge.
The originally benevolent painting style instantly became eerie and unsettling.
