Above the high tower, the Giant Dragon twirls and spirals—a scene full of fantasy, placed in the Eastern Imperial City, feels out of place.
Outside the city, Nomads and the Rebel Army are closing in step by step, while lights within the city are extinguished one after another.
Yet in the Inner City, a different bustling scene unfolds.
A gray-haired old master, his Official Robe filthy and wrinkled, staggers along the street with a wine flask in one hand and a chicken leg in the other. Upon hearing the sound of silk and bamboo instruments from the building beside the street, he joins in, dancing and shouting with joy.
A fat and big-eared monk sits on the Lotus Platform, allowing scantily clad women to cling to him, painted in gold, his face showing a boundless merciful Dharma Form...
"Holy Son of Heaven! A great amnesty to all under heaven!"
"Heaven has eyes! The state prospers and the people live in peace!"
