Wang Hai shot up like a startled rabbit. A Long Sword, its blade glinting coldly, materialized in his hand, and he thrust it toward the source of the sound with lightning speed.
His sword met nothing but air.
Nothing was there.
Wang Hai glanced around, alarmed and suspicious. He spun around to find a masked man in black standing right behind him. The man's eyes, visible through the mask, gleamed with cold mockery.
'Those eyes… so familiar,' Wang Hai thought. A chill ran down his spine as he asked aloud, "Just who are you?"
The man in black slowly removed his mask, revealing a pale, youthful face. His lips curled into a slight sneer as he looked at Wang Hai. "You've known who I am all along. Why pretend you don't? Does it... calm your nerves?"
"No... impossible! You're not him! You can't be!" Wang Hai roared. "He's dead! He died right in front of me! So... you're an impostor! A fake!"
