Deep in a forest, where it was late at night, moonlight shining from behind treetops. A small cart full of hay was making their way back to a village through the dark night. Within the back, hidden between stacks of hay, Hua Cheng laid, relaxed in the hay stack as the cart moved on forward. The occasional bump occured. He was in his human form, San Lang, hiding his true identity as the Ghost King.

Abrupty, the rocky movement faded to a stop for a short moment as someone crawled aboard the back. They didnt seem to notice Hua Cheng, huddled into a corner, seemingly exhausted.