Deep into the night.
The moonlight, like water, spilled across the ancient land.
A hush enveloped the disorderly burial grounds. In this deserted place, only the sound of the wind and ancient whispers from the grasses could be heard.
RUSTLE—
Footsteps sounded.
A shadowy figure appeared.
Cloaked in black, his features indiscernible.
He walked lightly yet resolutely across the disorderly burial grounds, as if the ominous land meant nothing to him.
As he ventured deeper into the heart of the grounds, the atmosphere grew even more sinister and frightening. The rustling of leaves and branches in the wind seemed to conceal something chilling. Yet, the man showed no sign of fear, continuing his leisurely pace.
"This place is very good." Qi Xiu looked around, nodded lightly, then flicked his robes and sat on the ground.
A gust of night wind arose, chilling to the bone. With the cold wind blowing, Qi Xiu slowly shed the robe from his upper body.
