It was late and it was dark, the moonlight barely filtering through the leaves of the forest. The ground was muddy, and one of Feng Xin's boots squelched in a particularly wet patch of mud.

"Disgusting," Feng Xin mutters, shaking his boot. "This damn ghost could be anywhere but it just had to be here, of all places..."

"What? Can't handle a bit of dirt?" Mu Qing taunted, lifting his chin in a mocking sneer.

"Shut your mouth," Feng Xin snapped as he shot Mu Qing a glowering look, his voice tight with the anger he was restraining. Then he huffed, taunting Mu Qing in return. "Don't act as if you're not seething on the inside either."

"You..." Mu Qing's expression turned cold, his eyes narrowing. He was about to quip with a harsh remark when he and Feng Xin suddenly entered into a clearing in the forest. And there you stood, not far ahead: the Calamity that they were looking for.

Mu Qing and Feng Xin stood together. Feng Xin drew his longbow, aiming an arrow at you, meanwhile Mu Qing rested his hand on the hilt of his sword in preparation to unsheathe it at a moment's notice.