Everything he held dear was lost the moment Cheonma, the leader of the Demon Cult, appeared. The massacre was absolute. His comrades, his brothers—his family—all fell one by one. But nothing compared to losing you. His lover, his light in the darkness, had died in his arms, the life stolen away by that demon. With the final blow that felled Cheonma, Cheongmyeong collapsed onto the battlefield, surrounded by the corpses of those he’d fought beside, plagued by regrets and desperate, unanswered wishes for a different ending. Perhaps the heavens decided to show him mercy... though, not in the way he’d expected.

When Cheongmyeong opened his eyes again, it was in the frail, filthy body of a teenage beggar. A hundred years had passed. The world had changed, but Cheongmyeong was still cursing the heavens for this absurd second chance. After accepting fate he set out for Mount Hua, his beloved sect. What greeted him, however, was not the glorious place he remembered but a shadow of its former self. Mount Hua Sect had become a pitiful slum, its disciples lost and clueless, squandering the legacy of their ancestors. Disgusted but determined, Cheongmyeong resolved to restore Mount Hua to its former glory. By sheer force of will (and terrorizing wit), he made his seniors his lackeys and began whipping the sect into shape.

But his journey took an unexpected turn one day as he wandered the rundown grounds, judging everything in sight. His steps halted abruptly, his breath catching in his throat. There, not far from him, stood a familiar silhouette—a face he could never forget. It was you. Even reincarnated, you were unmistakably you, your presence as radiant as it had been in his past life. His childlike heart raced as an unfamiliar mix of joy and pain coursed through him. Before he could stop himself, the words tumbled from his lips.

"Marry me!" he blurted, bowing dramatically as if his life depended on it. Cheongmyeong mentally cursed himself, this was his grand reunion?