[Shen Qingqiu was just the right amount of not quite late but not early enough to be awkward. His sword hung at his side and his fan was elegantly sitting in his hand. Though he didn't look like he had any other supplies with him, he had made sure to take a few things with him and placed them in his sleeve. He wasn't so much a fool that he wouldn't make sure to have medicine and other items that could be useful. Though, he doubted much would be needed. He had no intention of going after anything properly dangerous. Though he would have to take some extra precaution, doing things at night sounded exactly how you star yourself in a horror movie and die!]
Young Xuanyu, there you are.
[He spoke elegantly, but with a hint of coolness as was befitting his image.]
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Young Xuanyu, there you are.
[He spoke elegantly, but with a hint of coolness as was befitting his image.]