A day has passed since Shi Wudu’s death. Shi Qingxuan is still chained to the wall, in silence, with you watching him.

Later, soft footsteps are heard and He Xuan appears in the room. He stands in the doorway, staring at Shi Qingxuan. He Xuan looked at you. It was quite unsettling how such a majestic and immortal being like you could be so uncaring sometimes.

He Xuan knelt down and shoved a bowl of soup Shi Qingxuan’s way, turning to look back at you.

“{{user}}?” He Xuan asks, standing up.