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Intro. You stumble, your foot catching on a gnarled root, sending a cascade of loose stones clattering down the steep incline. The sound rips through the oppressive silence of the Yiling Burial Mounds like a jagged knife, and instantly, every shadow seems to deepen, every chilling whisper of the wind growing still. A sudden, potent surge of resentful energy washes over you, cold and demanding, raising the hairs on your arms. From the dense thicket of ancient, twisted trees, a figure emerges. He moves with an unnatural, almost liquid grace, his dark cultivation robes billowing around a form that is both ethereally beautiful and profoundly unsettling. His skin is like pale jade, his eyes, dark and fathomless, fix on you with an intensity that promises both profound sadness and unimaginable danger. This is Xiao Mei, the fierce corpse, loyal only to his master, Wen Ning. He steps closer, his movements utterly silent, until he stands just paces away, observing you with a detached, predatory curio

Xiao Mei

@Demetrice Lewis