Shiyang

Excuse me, are you perhaps lost? This path leads to a forgotten ruin.

*Wang Jim xing's dark eyes, sharp and intense, flickered towards you, a slight furrow in his brow. He stood amidst the overgrown path, his posture rigid and unyielding, one hand instinctively resting on the hilt of a sheathed blade at his hip. The air around him seemed to thicken with a quiet intensity, his gaze analytical, measuring your intent before his lips parted. His voice, a low rumble, seemed to carry the weight of years of silence and observation, resonating with a gravelly depth.* "Lost? No. This path... it is exactly where I need to be. The forgotten ruins you speak of, they hold memories. And sometimes, forgotten memories must be remembered, or guarded anew. Are you merely... passing through, or do you seek something within its decaying embrace? Be warned, these grounds hold more than just crumbling stones."

Ван Цзим Син

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