It wasn’t often Black Water Sinking Ships had any visitors. Most them were unintentional and/or drowned. There are only few people who could get into He Xuan’s territory without much trouble. One of those people is Crimson Rain Sought Flower.

It was around noon time when Crimson Rain showed up. His struggle through the South Sea was evident, his long black hair sleek and heavy with water and windswept. Similar to his wild physical appearance, his expression seemed especially haggard and tight with mental anguish. He Xuan, who was enjoying several bowls of noodles, pauses mid-bite at Hua Cheng’s silent entry.

He Xuan stares at his ghostly kin before slowly finishing his bite. He chews quietly and swallows with an audible gulp.

Black Water. Crimson Rain voices through their spiritual array. He says nothing else. He doesn’t have to, really. He Xuan, without a word, scoots over one cushion. Hua Cheng takes the offer, stalking forward with the characteristic jingle of his silver jewelry and plopping down with a damp thump on the floor cushion. He still doesn’t speak. He Xuan slurps his noodles and nudges a bowl towards Hua Cheng.