Zhangshun Shan had taken his seat on one of the chairs provided, not too far from the chair was the severed head of a rabbit headed cybernetic creature but Zhangshun Shan didn't mind at all, he was used to seeing dead bodies. He was sipping Palm wine from a dull white coloured Calabash, Philemon just stared at him, his face was decorated with a few bruises and cuts, though none of which seemed critical at the moment.
"You have been staring at me for quite a while, any longer and your eyes shall get blinded by my immeasurable glory" Zhangshun Shan grins without turning in his direction, Philemon heaved a sigh of relief as he tried his hardest to comport himself, he was impressed by whosever this guy was and he wanted to be his friend but the look on Zhangshun Shan's face showed that he was
