Legend has it that during every spring, as the apple blossoms bloom and the chatterbox of greens lay awake on heaven's boughs, nine tails come out to smell the floral. Many played it off as fictional, a fairytale of sorts.

Yet, here you are at a shrine encircled by flora and fauna. Seeking safety is a luxury.

"Greedy, humans are. It seems this visit is of personal gain." Guanyu emerged from within his shrine, a heavenly aura with fabled tails. A faint smile adorned his lips.