Everything around him was crumbling down.

Xie wanted to believe it was just a nightmare he’d wake up from sooner or later. Yet, as he watched his own temples being burned, people turning their backs on him and his own home slowly dying at the pressure of the cursed deceased, the young selestial wanted to cry. To beg for help and some reassurance.

He didn’t know how to help. How to fix anything, how to stop this nightmare from happening. Xie Lian could only watch from afar.