[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/J2scgCP/Cockroach-Profile.png[/img][h2][color=BAB43B]Bin Myung-Suk[/color][/h2][h3]Xincai, Henan[/h3]Golden River Inn[/center][hr]
"[color=BAB43B]Tang Yuying.[/color]"

The young warrior repeated that name to himself as he sipped his small cup of tea. It was a ritual he had practiced to himself every time he'd set out on these bounties. Under normal circumstances, it would usually help. After all, to build up a grudge against a certain target was paramount to his technique. However, this target wasn't like the ones he was trained to find. It was simply to help find a specific person, one that would easily stand out at that. If all goes well, he may not even need to take another life.

Myung-Suk took a moment to sink into the somber music playing in the inn, taking in the aroma of his tea and having a brief moment of retrospection. It had been about a year since the final battle, a year since he had fought alongside the Great Demonic Sage... and yet, he could not remember a thing about that moment. To have fought so close to Heaven and not have any recollection of the events that took place was just part of the great shame that hung over Myung-Suk's head. It served as evidence to his weakness, a reminder of how far he truly was from Heaven. It also served to further ignite the flame that was the young warrior's resolve.

To kill a Master of the Devil Arts with his own fists. To prove himself as a worthy Disciple of the Wilted Lotus.

Myung-Suk knew he could not return home until he completed this daunting task.

It was why he had spent the last year honing his killer instinct. Finding outlaws and brigands of the Jianghu and bringing them in to whoever desired their heads. It was a daunting and bloody task, but Myung-Suk knew that this alone would not hone his skills any further than they already are. He needed to stop acting as a killer, a role he was far too familiar with. No, the young warrior instead needed to adopt the role of a Hunter. He needed to hone his senses, his skills at searching and tracking. It was only then that he'd be able to root out the dastardly Devil Clansman, the sworn enemies of his sect.

Downing the last of his tea, Myung-Suk made his way to the bounty board, his shoulders raised and his chest puffed. There was no time to meander around, to dwell in his past failings, or his current misgivings. The time to hunt was no-

"[b][color=BAB43B]W-waaaa-![/color][/b]"

With a heavy thud, the young warrior fell to the ground as a rather sizeable pebble rolled out of his slippers. A rock in his footwear... it was no wonder that he'd lose balance.

"[color=BAB43B]Oh, brother...[/color]"