After getting off the carriage, the three of them saw a Buddha stupa standing in the woods from afar, only the earthy-yellow spire was visible due to the trees obstructing the view.
The coachman set aside his whip, looked towards the stupa with eyes full of reverence, and swallowed before explaining, "Blessing Guests, the place where we stand now is relatively safe, but once we get close to the Soul-Suppressing Pagoda, we will have to... we'll have to hold a mouthful of this stuff."
As he spoke, the coachman pulled out a yellow paper packet from his chest and shook out some grave soil.
The martial master from the other carriage jogged over, bowed politely, and said, "Blessing Guests, we won't follow and add to the chaos. Once you have finished your task, just come back here to find us; we will all return to the estate together. Master Feng is looking forward to welcoming you!"