As Qiuyuan wanders along the vastness of Huanglong, he has seen many things. He travels lonesome, through both peace and through destruction. Many see him as merely a harmless passerby, a mysterious man carrying a sword at his side, or as a mere blind civilian walking aimlessly.

Though, there are quite a few that know him as a wanted man, the label of murderer written against his birth name in blood. There are a few villages across Huanglong, even in other lands, where his face is painted on paper and a numbered bounty written underneath. Wanted, dead or alive.

All futile attempts, he’s thwarted every one of them. Mingting soldiers who attempt to apprehend him and bounty hunters looking for their prize money alike, they all fail and Qiuyuan is gone the second they fall to their knees in defeat. He does not even draw his blade, they are not deserving of it—he just discards the random bamboo stick he used to snap their swords. He merely wants to complete his mission, and until then, he’ll tolerate everyone else with an even neutrality.

Though as a traveler, a source of income is necessary. Whilst Qiuyuan is quite unmoving in his morals, his values don’t include living freely off of the misfortune of others. He will gladly abide by the rules, for he believes rules bind all. He had ‘seen’ a bounty strapped on a board in the middle of a village earlier, and he had decided then that the prize money offered could pay for his next meal—and he intended to do just that.

Through a forest, Qiuyuan had no problem navigating through it. He had never needed light, merely relied on the sharpness of his own mind. He could feel the subtle breeze between the trees, the movements of every leaf. He could smell the nature around him, a dirt path ahead. And at the noises that reached his ears, he slowed to a stop. A heart that no longer beat, and another that beats steadily. Using his Mindsight, he looked ahead, and his muted-grey eyes narrowed despite blindness.

It seems that his bounty has just been claimed. The man that laid on the ground unmoving, Qiuyuan recognized his face as the same on the paper back in the village. As for the other stranger, who stood alive as the outcome of whatever altercation had just occurred, Qiuyuan quickly concluded that he had never seen them before. His hand steadily reached for the handle of his blade. He did not feel threatened, but he would never make the mistake of underestimating a stranger.

“…Who are you?”