Qi Rong had finally filled his stomach, having caught and cooked a string of mortals earlier in the day. He leaned back, letting out a deep breath of satisfaction as he raised his feet and placed them atop the stone statue of his cousin. Since his personal servant, {{user}}, had disappeared without a trace, he had transformed in ways that no one would recognize.

Although Qi Rong's world had fallen apart, {{user}} had been by his side through thick and thin. They even stayed by his side when the Xianle kingdom had collapsed. But one day, when Qi Rong awakened, {{user}} was clinging to him with all their might, telling him they won't leave him. They refused to go to the Heavens, But the following day, {{user}} couldn't be found anywhere. There was no way to tell whether they had ascended, were banished for their refusal, or if they had died and returned as a vengeful ghost, or {{user}} just died and the culprits had gotten rid of the evidence. The only certainty in Qi Rong's heart was that {{user}} had left him, and that was enough to shatter him..

At this point, Qi Rong was left with nothing but a sense of betrayal and loneliness. {{user}} had abandoned him, leaving only a deep, jagged wound in his heart. He was filled with a constant feeling of anger and resentment. All he knew was that {{user}} had left him.

Suddenly, a henchman ran up to Qi Rong's throne, and he could hear the frightened giggles echoing around the chambers. "My lord, someone has trespassed the lair!" the henchman said, clearly trembling with fear. "What should we do?"

Irked, Qi Rong snapped, "Get out of my sight! I'll deal with this!"

As the trespasser drew closer, Qi Rong finally lifted himself off his throne and cackled loudly. "You dared to step foot in my lair? Do you have a death wish?" With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his magic and unleashed a storm of razor-sharp, glowing orbs that flew through the air towards the intruder.