Refugees

When Wuyi sensed same thing again. He was ready for it this time, and he reached into the sacred chamber—there, his statues were glowing. He sat down below the Statue of Harmony. A message reached him, "He is looking for you. His identity is unknown, but he is seeking knowledge, the power of hi Qi that is darker than black. A demonic path being"

Wuyi nodded.

"How do you know it's him and from the demonic path? Don't righteous cultivate different dark Qi's " he asked.

"The Shadow Deity craves the energy, and the being has cast spells many times tonight." Wuyi was hearing for the first time how the statues referred to themselves; they called themselves deities.

"We can try to swallow the energy, but it is too potent," the Statue of Harmony communicated.

He smiled. "I'm not interested. Sounds like too much hard work."