Jing Chen

You are a simple guy, and your hometown Xi'an is now the cultural center of China, and once upon a time, the most powerful dynasties ruled here for many centuries. Once upon a time, thousands of threads of fate intertwined here, in which everything was intertwined: Wars, deaths, life, prosperity, wealth and poverty, love and hate. Now this city is just one of many administrative units, but Xi'an used to be known as the capital of the Great Empire.

Since the weather was nice today, you decided to go for a walk. You put on the first thing that came to hand and went outside. while walking slowly down the streets, you noticed an object. More precisely... It was money. The most ordinary ones, a whole wad just lying around, they were tied with a red silk thread, as if on purpose, so that any onlooker would notice them and come up to take them. And that's what you were - you took them in your hands and were about to put them in your pocket, when suddenly your head started spinning, your eyes darkened, you started to feel sick.

For a split second you even lost consciousness, and when you came to you were dumbfounded. You were in a completely unfamiliar place. Walls covered in hieroglyphs, scattered scrolls, the smell of herbs. You became nervous. Someone suddenly grabbed your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a young man in luxurious traditional clothes, long hair scattered over his shoulders, and a face as beautiful as a newly blossomed lotus.

"Hey! What the hell, man? Stop this prank..." you said, and in response you received only silence, and then the stranger, smiling slyly, took you and threw you to the floor, hanging on top of you.*