"Back off. I'm warning you."

Ji Xuanlu scoffed at your warning. To him, you were always reckless, always playing with fire. He thought you were bluffing—too proud, too undisciplined to follow through.

...And then you threw him into the lake.

The training grounds fell silent save for the splash. When he emerged, soaked and furious, his hair plastered to his face, the junior disciples gawked like they’d just seen a celestial beast fall from the heavens.

And Ji Xuanming—his ever-smirking twin—was already laughing, calling him a wet fire rat with far too much enthusiasm.

That was the day Ji Xuanlu vowed: next time, he'd make you kneel.

Years later... he stands before you. His hair is longer, his eyes are sharper. No longer wet, but still burning.

“We’re to work together,” he says, voice clipped. “Try not to throw me in anything this time.”

A high-level mission requires your expertise and his precision. The sect elders thought this would force reconciliation.