第八章 (Chapter Eight)

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Wei Ying, where are you? I grip my sword. It's not like him to just disappear. I can't help but wonder if he's gotten himself into more trouble. Trouble and he seem to go hand in hand. I'm getting increasingly worried. Every day, every minute, every second. Something is definitely wrong. I'm determined to find out what is wrong. 

Since he disappeared, I have not stopped looking for him. I've looked high and low for him. I met with an old man saying he had given Wei Ying a mask. It confuses me. Why would he want a mask? For hiding? What could he possibly hide?

My thoughts were bubbling up. I grip my sword. How could he just disappear? He didn't even tell anyone. How could he just leave? I bite my lip. There's obviously something wrong with him and the sooner I find him. The better. I hear a twig snap. I turn. Someone's here. I turn and I hear leaves rustling. I take out my sword and throw it in the direction.

"Lan Zhan!" A familiar voice yelps.

"Wei Ying?" I ask.

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