A tea leaf plonked itself in his drink of hot water, the old fox carefully picked up the ceramic cup despite having no need for it. What was heat to someone like him? Still, the fragility of the cup concerned him as he inhaled deeply. Rejuvenating aroma filled his nose, he took a delicate sip of the drink and sighed in bliss, his own qi felt like it was being. He should have visited this place in the first place although he still felt cheated for having to give up a valuable stone.
He briefly glanced out the window and frowned.
Danger lurked across the corner, the accumulation of negative qi along with the city's own pollution often produced amalgamations that attacked spirits and humans alike. Well, it wasn't like it was his duty to clean them up, the residents of this garbage were the ones who had to take care of it.
