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standing from atop a bamboo tree branch no farther from his location of choice, his robes gracefully sweeping behind him with the light breeze of the wind, wen kexing idly awaited for his connection to show up, a feminine figure lying motionless over his shoulder in the same way one would carry a heavy sack of flour. at this height, he could already see the long-decimated town at the foot of the mountain, old from at least a good thirty years, where no trees could possibly hinder his sight.
it was easy to recognise the huts made of worn-out wood and the wells that had grown moss all over them, possibly from the numerous years of disuse. apart from him and a couple other ghosts that he didn't bother to bring along with him, no one knew of this place. or better said, no one was allowed to come near this place; until today. the reason why he had chosen to come here was in fact due to secrecy reasons and an additional insurance that his connection would have nowhere to hide in the case of a surprise attack. one could never be too sure, after all, and wen kexing wasn't one to disregard the details.
when finally, he sensed the presence of the person he had been waiting for, his eyes lowered at a his feet to make sure that no one else but the scorpion leader happened to tag along for the party. though he had heard of the man's temper and accomplishments through hearsays that had been painted evil under the ghost valley's name, he did not take those things as a proven facts until he could see with his own two eyes. but if there was one thing he could attest to, at the very least, it was that the scorpion leader stuck to his words, and that he had indeed come alone.
with this confirmation, wen kexing eventually came down with a light foot on the ground, his steps barely perceptible by the ear, but that he'd made sure to be heard, even faintly, by the man in front of him. so that was the scorpion leader, he thought in passing, taking note of his youthful traits in his memory. dropping the woman he had carried all bloody and bruised with him in the mud at their feet, finally gaining his attention after he had turned around, he said. “beauty ghost? that's what she calls herself?” giving no more than a once-over in her direction, his arms tucked at the small of his back, and he scoffed. “i heard you've grown fond of her. if i hadn't brought her along, she would have died. shouldn't you be thanking me instead?”
