It was a dark night.

A nethergale swept across the lands, silencing even the softest whispers of life in Azurewaters City. The citizens were all holed up in their homes, trembling with bated breaths as they prayed hard that the night would pass in peace and serenity.

Ground floor in a home adjacent to the national highway. A father held his daughter tightly in his bosom. She blinked softly and tugged gently on her father’s sleeves, “Dad… did you hear it? There’s the sound of gongs and drums coming from the street…”

She didn’t dare to speak loudly. Her father hadn’t told her about the reason for the publicly broadcasted announcements that they had heard every night, but her instincts were screaming from within, telling her not to make even the slightest peep of sound.

Shh!! Her father cut her off with a gesture of silence, and then proceeded to hug his daughter even more tightly, “Be good… Hush now...”

Just then, the shadow of a procession of figures holding spirit streamers, prayer flags and scattering paper money suddenly appeared on the walls in the room. Both father and daughter held each other as closely as they could, afraid to make even the slightest of sounds. The father stared at the wall with bloodshot eyes. He could tell that the shadows were all moving as though they were drifting above the surface of the ground!

Each of them wore pointed hats and ancient robes. They carried a variety of musical instruments in their hands, and the entire procession was clearly dozens of meters long.

It took merely 30 seconds before the...