A gentle breeze brushed by as Hu Ma awoke. He felt the sunlight on his body, a slight tickle, surrounded by tranquility.
Turning his head, he saw the small shrine, dilapidated and low, barely large enough for a fist, let alone a grand hall big enough for people to enter.
Yet, the letter he had in his bosom had indeed been delivered, and the things that Burning Blade reminded him of were still vivid, as if they had just parted.
He sighed softly, unsure whether to feel relieved or heavy-hearted.
The heavy part was, after listening to Burning Blade, he finally understood that the thing that came looking for him that night was far from simple. He had thought the Ghost Walker's incense array was potent, but it turned out that this thing had a pattern, making it even harder to avoid.
But the relief came from, indeed, having found the organization, making things easier to handle.
