"This should be it, Master," Xu Shazi said quietly as they arrived at a gated-off house.
Wu Zhe stepped forward and pushed the gate-door open.
As he did, they moved inside, arriving at a spacious courtyard. At the far end stood a lone house.
Wu Zhe walked forward.
"Who's there?" a wary voice called from inside, having heard the approaching footsteps.
Wu Zhe didn't bother answering.
He simply pushed the door open.
Creak—
Inside, a thin figure stood stiffly, bandages wrapped around his eyes.
"Leave!" Qin Ao said coldly. "I'm not in the mood of seeing anyone."
Wu Zhe stepped closer.
"I care not for what your mood may be," he said calmly.
Qin Ao's body tensed.
Something about that voice and the way he spoke felt eerily familiar.
"Who are you!?" he asked, a trace of unease creeping in.
"No one of importance."
Wu Zhe said, as he walked closer.
Qin Ao instinctively reeled back in his seat.
"Stop!"
For a moment Wu Zhe stopped.
