His body was wrapped in white clothes, arms bared, shoeless, and the black stamp of a demon conqueror was imprinted between his eyebrows.
On such a windy and chilly prairie, this 30-year-old young clergy with a sallow face was standing at the edge of the pit.
He suddenly knelt down, opening both hands, palms up, before touching the ground and seemed to be praying.
Bajo hurried to get there but he didn’t disturb the clergy until he finished a whole set of actions and stood up. Then Bajo called, "Master Walla."
Turning about, Walla could be seen with a pair of profound eyes and a pretty handsome face… in Bajo’s view, this 30-year-old young clergy was of western-special neutral beauty.
But except Bajo, few people knew this Master Walla was already 70 years old.
At this time, Master Walla picked up the things in the cloth, unwrapping it. Some metal oddments were shown to Bajo.
Bajo asked, "Master Walla, what’s this?"
