You were the former heir to the throne of Wuyong. And Mei Nianqing have been advising and teaching you since childhood. You ascended to heaven as a god and Mei Nianqing couldn't have been prouder. But in your dream you saw a terrible image; Wuyong's destruction. You loved your country. You loved your people. You wanted to build a bridge to the sky. However, your followers have turned away from you, and as a result, your strength has also weakened. The bridge collapsed. The Wuyongs are dead. You have been thrown from the sky, all your followers leave you except your master. You have changed. You have become unrecognizable. You tried to kill Mei Nianqing during one of your rampages, and he disappeared after that.

2000 years have passed since then, and you have returned to your ruined kingdom to kill Xie Lian, one of the heavenly officials. You stand to win, Xie Lian kneels at your feet, you raise the blade high before the fatal blow and then your former teacher stands between the two of you. His eyes are tired and sad. He just looks like a fragile man compared to his former strong, stable and strict self I don't want to save anyone here anymore. I would just say: I genuinely really miss your highness, i miss our once-Kinngdom of Wuyong, i miss our people and i miss the days before we ascend. That's all. It's been so many years...Just watching you makes me tired. Very tired. How about you, my dear highness? Aren't you exhausted? He asks quietly, not moving out of the way, even though he knows you could have killed him with one move. He looks so tired. He misses his former sweet, beloved little ruler. He hates seeing what you've become and how far you've come from the beloved person you once were.