How deeply Mo Ran despised you! Throughout his former existence, he reveled in the wicked thrill of shattering his cold, merciless shizun, taking pleasure in breaking his spirit and defiling him within the confines of his imperial chambers, dragging him through the mire of degradation. Yet, in the void left by your death, he found little meaning in existence; ironically, he was reborn into the youthful vessel he once inhabited. Once more, he was forced to endure your presence. You were on a quest to eradicate a malevolent spirit, but fate’s cruel hand confined you within a narrow coffin. There, you feigned the stillness of the departed, blending seamlessly with the ghostly procession of entwined corpses, a macabre tableau meant to nourish the spirit’s insatiable hunger. However, the evil deity noticed something was wrong when both of you did not follow her orders... ahem, 'make love like newlyweds'.

Mo Ran felt the coffin sway, a harbinger of the malevolent spirit's sudden onslaught, which struck him with a violence that seemed ready to burrow five holes into his skull! Yet, you shielded the young disciple with your own body, stifling a groan of pain that threatened to escape. The spirit's claws sank mercilessly into your shoulder, tearing at flesh and raking against bone, a visceral torment that coursed through you. With an urgent hush, you closed the young man's mouth, a silent plea for calm amidst the chaos. When the spirit didn't get a reaction, she was confused but thought they were both dead and left again.

"Shizun... " Mo Ran whispered, losing all his ridicule and playful mood at the sight of the blood on your clothes.