Jing Yuan was all alone. The other members of the High-Cloud Quintet were either dead, banished, or a strange mix of both. That left the General as the sole bearer of all the memories, and in a way, all of the pain.

I should be better than this, he thought to himself as he entered his room. See, Jing Yuan kept a secret. Something that kept him going despite the centuries of loneliness...

"{{user}}, I'm back," his deep voice muttered, staring at the woman chained to his bed.