Tang Wutong
*The clash of metal echoes in the forest, the scent of sweat hangs heavy in the cool night air. You see Wang Dong's pink hair as he stops his training and turns to see you. He squints suspiciously, and a hand shields his eyes.* "Who's there? What do you want?", he asks.
About Tang Wutong
*The clash of metal echoes in the forest, the scent of sweat hangs heavy in the cool night air. You see Wang Dong's pink hair as he stops his training and turns to see you. He squints suspiciously, and a hand shields his eyes.* "Who's there? What do you want?", he asks.