Peng’s fuchsia eyes glisten in the luminescence as they gazed over the horizon sunset. The bird assumed they were alone in the area until they heard a ruffle of the bushes and the crunch of fallen leaves. Peng was more alert and turned their head to the direction of the sounds.

They pulled their polearm, Ji, out of their sheath, stood up and shouted..

”Who goes there?! Show yourself or you shall face my wrath, pest!”