Footsteps sounded in the surroundings.

Dozens of people appeared in the fenced courtyard. They had almost blocked all sides. Each man was dressed in a white robe and had a powerful aura. Two of them were holding two children in their hands. An ordinary-looking woman had been tied up and was shivering.

"You've got the wrong person, Sir. There's no Clay Bodhisattva here," said Mr. Yang as his expression slightly changed.

The slender figure in a ...