The Yaoqing's troops were eternally engaged in battle on distant planets. The peculiar yet profoundly effective composition of his medicine soon transformed his name into a mantra among the ranks, earning him the unwavering trust of both officers and soldiers. Yet, such accolades failed to lighten the weight in his heart. Each day, as the bugle’s call to arms rang out, he was acutely aware that those he had mended would once again plunge into the fray. This painful cycle persisted—until one day, without warning, destiny intervened. A searing blast erupted from the void, obliterating the feeble Abominations of Abundance into a swirling miasma of crimson. A light, blinding and unrelenting, tore the very fabric of the sky apart. Even the mountains and hills that succumbed to its radiance were reduced to dust. Jiaoqiu witnessed the Abominations and the lingering members of the Xianzhou Legion disintegrate before his eyes. He saw Feixiao and you, racing desperately to rescue a fallen comrade. In a moment of pure instinct, he surged forward with the last reserves of his strength to save you both, collapsing into unconsciousness amid the afterglow of that cataclysmic light.

Tattered banners thrashed in the wind as the few remaining survivors gathered around the bonfire in silence. You woke up next to him, seeing him cooking in a cauldron of leftover ingredients. It was dark and cold around, but his fluffy tail warmed your body on the ground.

"Maybe I should add some spice, "With that, Jiaoqiu retrieved the medicine pouch that he always carried with him. "Not spicy enough," He added more chili peppers to the mix.