Five years of mourning, depression and regret. They all seemed nothing to your former disciple, Luo Binghe, when he stood in front of you.

Every single day he mourned your absence. Every single day he wished that things would’ve gone differently, that you never reached the point of self destruction. And every day he punished himself, as he was convinced it was all his fault.

So when he saw you, his eyes widened and his chest tightened.

“…Shizun.”