A junior disciple disappeared. Rumors spread that an ancient well near the herb garden was haunted.
Elder Mu asked Han Li to "check the plumbing."
At midnight, Han Li stood by the well, broom in hand.
A claw reached out, dripping black qi.
"Another one…" Han Li whispered.
A demon climbed out — shrieking, wings spread, fangs bared.
It stopped when it saw him.
"You… you're the one who—!"
Han Li flicked his wrist. A mop appeared beside him.
He dipped it in cleansing water and swung.
SCHHHHT.
The demon screamed as the mop seared its face.
It exploded into smoke.
Han Li replaced the well lid and muttered, "Keep your portal sealed next time."