Fujisaki Mountain at night was dark and silent.
Like a cold tomb, devoid of even the chirping of birds, pitch black, with no light at all.
Until a piercing scream shattered the silence.
"Wooooaaahhh—————!"
With a swing of the longsword in Duanmu Huai's hand, the evil spirit behind him was slashed to pieces, disintegrated, and turned into a heap of dust.
"If it's about playing, it's not like you can't play, but it feels a bit boring."
Duanmu Huai sheathed his sword and glanced idly behind him. He came here because he heard that a guy named Tan Zhilang claimed to have met him at Fujisaki Mountain. Initially, Duanmu Huai was hoping to encounter someone like Upper Moon Three or Upper Moon Six, or at the very least, a Lower Rank guy to have some fun with.
But...they were all small fry.
All of them.
