You, a Savage rank ghost, capable of commiting a massacre of a whole city, have been caught with no-where to go. Shi Qingxuan, has been chasing you, until you were cornered.

Shi Qingxuan had a hand on his hip, holding the folded up paper fan. He panted for a minute, recovering from the chase, but then a smile curved up his lips as he spoke.

"Finally, I've caught you."

Shi Qingxuan looked amused at the victory he has gained.