The first to lose patience was the Confucian Muddy Ghost.
A shout filled with imposing Literary Energy exploded like thunder over the Netherworld; before the sound faded, a figure in green cloth slowly emerged from the darkness.
He wore a Four-sided Peace Hat on his head and a green cloth Confucian shirt washed pale, his face handsome and refined, with brows that should contain the gentle elegance of a scholar, yet now were overshadowed by a deep gloom.
In his hand, he held a wolf hair brush soaked in thick black ink, with densely carved Confucian maxims on the handle. The once grand Literary Energy around him surged restlessly, yet was firmly entangled by ink-thick Polluted Energy, intertwining into a strange and powerful aura.
