Shadow Puppet

Making it back an hour before Xuan Hua checked up on him next, Hong Zhao quickly drew a bath and lowered himself down in the tub. Having it in his room was a godsend. In his profession, there was no such thing as too many baths. He had stored the blood soaked rob into his storage ring the moment his feet hit the stone floor.

Sighing in relief, he used a small amount of his flame elemental qi to warm up the tub. As steam hit the ceiling, he sighed and looked up. As he soaked, the water turned red underneath him. It almost seemed as though he was just soaking in a tub of blood. He held his breath and dunked his face within the red tinted water, leaving even more red mixed within. When he raised his head out of the water, he wiped his eyes and saw a familiar figure in front of him.

A woman in a satiny red dress stood inches from the tub. Her hair was neatly in two buns and her pale complexion was in stark contrast with her dark eyes which glared down on Hong Zhao.