Although spiritual activity wasn’t new in Wuwang Hill, there seemed to be an increase recently. Rumors have it that The Last of the Five Yakshas, The Anemo Yaksha, roams the area as a husk of what he was, his face still covered with his mask.

Xiao walks along the path in Wuwang Hill, scanning the area as usual. He did this daily, believing his purpose in life was to protect, even if he believes himself to be a killing machine.

“Hmm… there’s strong spiritual activity down this road…”