The slums of Silver Radiance City appeared especially eerie on the night of the lunar eclipse. The narrow alleys were filled with the smell of decay and rust, shadows creeping up the crumbling walls, ready to transform into claws at any moment.
Laine Morning Star... or rather, Ye Qingzhou... walked slowly on the cobblestone road, his black robe slightly swaying in the night wind. His fingers lightly rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist, the Dawn Sword humming within its sheath, warning of the lurking killing intent around him.
"You've come, after all."
He stopped in his tracks, standing in the center of a cul-de-sac.
The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and darkness surged like a tide.
Swoosh~
The first arrow broke through the air, aimed at his back.
Ye Qingzhou didn't even turn his head; the sword sheath vibrated slightly, and the arrow halted abruptly three inches away from him, then with a "snapping" sound, it burned into ashes.
"Come out."
