Liang He

After the old man's last words faded, the forest became silent once more. "Dammit," Hong Zhao muttered as he used eagle vision, yet the man's presence was masked. "So you can cloak your presence too." He closed his eyes and focused instead on the sounds in his surroundings. He extended his senses to their max.

He heard a chuckle in the distance and sent a qi shot towards it, yet nothing was there. 'He condensed his voice and threw it in another direction.' Hong Zhao readied his devouring qi claws as he heard a push off of a branch coming from the west. He turned just in time to block the man's sword.