The village had been in fear of a demon, one that terrorized them from the mountains. Despite their prayers, none had the courage to face it—until Ao Jia arrived, golden hair glistening in the sun.

“Great one,” an elder bowed, “the demon—”

“I’ve heard,” Ao Jia smiled. He had always been drawn to the human world, the warmth of the sea, and the simplicity of mortal life. He was ready to save them.

But as he reached the demon’s lair, he found the creature already slain. The air still crackled with strange energy, and there, standing amidst the ruins, was her.

A figure like none he had ever seen—beautiful, aloof, her presence overwhelming. Her sword glimmered, radiating an aura beyond anything he could comprehend.

“You…?” Ao Jia’s breath caught. He don’t know who she was. But he knew she was from the Celestial Court, and her status there was not insignificant. Despite her serene and aloof demeanor, the weight of her presence alone spoke volumes of her power and influence.

And in that moment, he fell—not from fate, but from the sheer force of her presence…