ALL WELL THAT ENDS WELL (A WangXian Story)

EYE OF THE STORM

"When you are in the eye of the storm,

you are often not aware of the

whiplash around you.

-Hugh Bonneville

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NOTE: Long chapter ahead, my bunnies. 

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DAFAN MOUNTAIN- AT THE FOREST

Three Days before the Discussion Conference

As the Discussion Conference has been set, it was mutually decided by all sects and clans not to engage in any night hunting activities so that in the meantime the liabilities or even deaths of any of the cultivators especially the inexperienced young disciples will be lessened.

Amidst the strict order, a lone young boy with a vermilion mark in between of his eyebrows and wearing a sophisticated golden robe is running and moving freely in the dense of the mountain's forest in the midst of the night. The robe has a magnificent White Peony embroidered in an extremely delicate way that is visible in front of his chest and that robe sparkled against the dark nighttime shades that surrounds him. The boy has delicate features yet sharp. He carried a bamboo canister heavily decorated with gold and full of feathered arrows, a light and luminous sword heavily decorated with silver on his back and a longbow featured in gold in his hand. Silent and calculated, his moves are like a hunter pursuing for his prey.

It is just happened that early this morning, he was at the right place and at the right time when he heard, eavesdropping is the right term, a Jin disciple reported to his Uncle Yao about a recent ambiguous activity in Dafan Mountain.

"I thought Uncle Yao strictly ordered that everyone will not engage in any night hunting activities then... why this disciple is reporting to him about the recent activity in Dafan Mountain? Did Uncle Yao sent disciples to check on it? Did other sects and clans know about this?"

With a curiosity that cannot be dowsed just by sitting in his golden room in Koi Tower after what he had heard, he made plans in order to investigate the said ambiguous activity in Dafan Mountain. As always, the young man acted impulsively unminding the recent dangers encircling during night hunts. Without much thoughts of his well-being, he run off in the middle of the night in search of answers.

Unknown to the young man, a predator is also in hunting for the night, making him the target of the bloodlust of the strange enemy after it was having a whiff of his somewhat familiar smell of the blood that runs through his veins.

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MO MANOR

The manor is oozing with a trace of thick dark energy. In the courtyard, bodies are littered in a gruesome way. Bloods were splattered everywhere and the heads are separated from its bodies without knowing as to who owned it anymore. The smell stench and is getting unpleasant and disgusting as time passed by.

Non-cultivators puked their guts out whenever they passed the once elegant manor. It has been a week since the bloody incident and no cultivators can be found investigating the place as if it is no importance. The villagers already reported it to their village chief again and again and yet they got the same answer as to that the "Chief Cultivator strictly order to not engage any night hunting as of the moment until the leaders came up with mutual decisions and answers in the upcoming Discussion Conference regarding the matter surrounding the night hunts' mysteries."