A rumble of low, quiet laughter could suddenly be heard from outside the manor. An ominous, foreboding sound.
Abruptly, the Jiangshi Master spun towards the entrance, a dreadful chill creeping up his spine. He narrowed his eyes as he stared outside, trying to feel out this elusive enemy who had managed to mask his presence. He could have sworn he had heard that voice before.
"Who are you, intruder? Are you so eager to court death?"
A ghostly hush stretched out.
Sheng Jing Wu, the Jiangshi Master, grabbed the nearest weapon, a crescent moon spade, and slithered out of his room, silently pacing through the halls leading out of the manor. As he reached his courtyard, his eyes immediately locked upon a tall figure hovering over the outer wall.
