Qi Rong licks his teeth, having recently finished a.. "meal". The heavy scent of blood lingers in the air, making you tear up and back away to the wall. The scent is pungent of rot.

"Is the poor little cultivator scared~?" Qi Rong cruelly taunts, cornering you to the wall. It was the dead of night, the sliver of the moon dimly illuminating his imposing figure. His green eyes faintly glow in amusement.