Three days later.
Atop Low Hill, bare and black.
Countless soldiers trudged into their tents to rest, exhausted and dejected.
They were all Kun Sai's men, under orders to level the entire Low Hill.
Night fell.
Uninvited guests arrived at the makeshift camp.
"Who's there? Stop!"
The soldier on sentry duty switched on a powerful light.
Two figures had appeared outside the camp at some point.
A young man,
a flashy young man with a buzz cut.
He wore a fur coat with nothing underneath, his chest bare.
Holding his female companion's hand, he strolled leisurely along the barren path.
"Stop! Identify yourselves!"
The soldier's shout alerted the people in the camp.
Countless people poured out, eyeing the newcomers warily.
Light flickered at the young man's fingertip.
He tapped it lightly.
Boom!
The sky suddenly lit up.
Dazzling white light enveloped Low Hill as a gigantic pillar of light descended from the sky.
It fell upon the soldiers, forcing hundreds of them flat on the ground at once.
Terrifying, overbearing energy poured down, leaving these rank-and-file soldiers unable to raise their heads.
Tap, tap, tap.
The young man walked slowly.
Like a god, he bathed in white light as he slowly entered the camp.
From beginning to end, he never gave these soldiers a proper glance.
Not until he reached a pit forty or fifty meters across.
The young man slowly crouched, a faintly teasing smile curling his lips.
Cupping his hands around his mouth, he shouted down, "Asleep?"
"You little brat."
The young man chuckled, then smiled at his female companion. "I knew Kun Sai couldn't kill my brother."
"I can't sense any signs of life."
His companion asked curiously, "How are you sure he's still alive?"
"Because his name is Old Ninth."
The young man raised his head