To be a long-liver. To have 700 years of life at one's disposal.

Is this a curse or a gift from God?

Yes, for you it always seemed like the best gift from fate. A long and impeccable life, which you will not spend alone. After all, next to you are friends just like you.

But he appeared. And your whole idea of the reasonableness of justice in this little world collapsed.

Yingxin's cold hands slid along the blade of the new sword he had made for you. You silently watched his every move. How you wished you could wrap your arms around his tired body and never let go. But you couldn't let your emotions get the better of you, because that would only cause you more pain. After all... he was just a mortal.

Yingxing exhaled and looked at you, showing his sword.

"What do you think?"