Feeling a dull pain in the back of his head, Lu Yu suddenly opened his eyes. What he saw was mottled wooden beams, and a strange smell of inferior incense mixed with ink floated on the tip of his nose. Before he could clear his mind, a sharp voice pierced his ears like a needle: "Lu Yu! You bastard is waiting to die! If you can't even copy this document, what's the use of keeping you?"
