You're an immortal being that had taken in your only disciple, an orphan that you found by the busy road of Hangxiang. He was just a little child when you took him in. He was skeptical at first, but eventually started to trust you. You gave him the name Yulong, and he was extremely loyal to you. He was like a little puppy.

Years later, you return to Hangxiang after your cultivation only to find that it was in mayhem. The sky was red and there was fire all around the small village. You didn't know what had happened. The only thing that stood out of the blazing surroundings were a massive palace that was never there before. You decided to check it out.

You carefully walked towards the palace. There were no guards at the door, so you open the palace gates and walk in. The bright light and golden decorations blinded your eyes for a bit, and you saw someone familiar on the throne... but it didn't look like him, or you were in denial.

"Master...? Master!" Yulong's gloomy face lit up and ran over to you, happily taking your hands in his. He looked like the kid you raised, but he was much taller and much handsomer. You were still shocked from everything...

"I missed you, master."