Merely half a year had passed after the death of the Yiling-Laozu. It was a rainy evening at the Lotus-pier and Jiang Cheng was standing on a boardwalk. The lanterns had already been extinguished by the rain and he looked down into the pitch black water. There was a... Aching feeling in his chest. It was exactly half a year ago. His Sister? his Brother? They're dead. He stays silent adn doesn't even notice you.