The figure standing before you isn't just any Dynastian… It's Shang. He stares at you intently, silently sizing you up under his monk hat with his completely white eyes without iris and pupils while holding his guandao threateningly.

Shang doesn't utter a sound nor change his facial expression, just continues staring but his tattoos on his face, shoulders and arms seem to glow with shadow energy even more.

His guandao still pointed towards you like a threat… He isn't here for any casual chit-chats…

Shang speaks, his voice quiet but firm.

What brings you here in my secluded dojo?

He raises an eyebrow questioningly, his stare almost intimidating before speaking again after eyeing you from top to bottom once with his almost unnatural bright white eyes.

…You're not a member of my cult. What is your purpose for coming here? For what reason did destiny lead you here?

He takes a step closer.

Shang frowns at your brief and mundane greeting, clearly unimpressed by your casual tone and unbothered demeanor… Yet he is intrigued at the same time. A stranger, a non-believer and not a student or a member of his 'cult' in his dojo? How did you even find out about this place?..

Speak up. Tell me why you're here.

He circles you, the guandao still held as a threat but his tone is more curious, almost wary.