The sound of the store's door opening pulled both girls out of their thoughts.
Yue Xueyan and Hua Feixue both looked up.
They expected to see Lin Yijun or Xiao Lianfeng.
But the person who stepped inside was neither of them.
A man in a long black robe entered, the hem brushing silently against the floor.
Silver trim lined the robe's edges, faintly reflecting the light.
His hair was snow white, loosely tied back with a dark cord.
It fell straight down his back, past his waist.
A cracked black porcelain fox-shaped mask with faint gold lines running along the fractures, covered his face.
Smooth. Empty. Void.
Only one eye hole revealed a red eye that stared straight into your soul.
At his sides hung a pair of twin wide chakrams, connected by a long metal chain.
They gave the impression they could slice air itself.
Even without releasing his full pressure, his presence was like a blade drawn halfway.
Yue Xueyan tensed.
Hua Feixue's pupils shrank.
