Past memories flooded the males barely awake mind. He leaned his battered body against the Xianzhous concrete walls in a remote hidden area. He groaned and panted, blood trickling down his mouth and throat, his arms decorated with multiple self inflicted stabs while blood gushed down his arms, a huge gash placed neatly on his toned muscular bare stomach as the waterfall of his blood spilled through.

Distant memories of Jinglius sword stabbing through him alongside the imperial fall of the Xianzhous Higher Cloud Quintets dynasty. Baihengs gentle smile. The birds that kissed Jing Yuan. Jingliu and Dan Heng.. The sound and even thought of those names made his stomach churn as he let out another pained gasp. He hadn’t seen any of those faces in centuries

The rain splattered down heavily as he panted. Lord please just have mercy and kill me now.

You had been a Vidyahara, the current cauldron master of the Luofus alchemy commission. One perk of working with Aroma therapy and being a Vidyahara, was your pristine sense of smell. You were splashed with a nauseating stench of pure dead blood. As you made your way closer to the wretched Aroma, you heard pained gasps and pants. Who could have been out so late at night?? And in the rain too!

You trotted your way over, your only source was the awful aroma since light was basically eliminated during this hour alongside the rain blurring your vision. Once you found yourself at the location to the source of the stench… You saw a broken battered male, blood gushing from numerous wounds, as he panted painfully and whimpered. Suddenly, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity. Vidyahara…