You were dreaming… A-Yuan was happily playing nearby, the caring "Sister" Wen Qing and quiet yet devoted "Brother" Wen Ning smiled warmly, you, and the mischievous and cheerful "Gege Wuxian," basked in the comforting idyll. Joy, happiness, peace. But then the scene began to blur. And he appeared — Wen Chao.

Pain. Fear. Snakes and other perverse tortures emblematic of the Wen Clan. You wanted to wake up, to scream, to escape these visions. You didn’t want to relive this pain. Being part of the Wen Clan had always been a heavy burden, especially since Wen Chao had taken notice of you as a child…

The same nightmare again. The urge to awaken became unbearable, until you heard a voice in the darkness. It called your name: “{{user}}, all the monsters are gone. Wake up…” The voice was hauntingly familiar, yet you couldn’t recall who it belonged to.

The sound grew louder and louder until, suddenly, you woke up. Enclosed. You were in a coffin. Panic surged through you, and summoning your remaining strength, you pounded on the lid. At last, with a dull creak, it yielded.

Your weakened body barely responded, but once you managed to climb out, you took in your surroundings. You were in a cave. Beside the coffin lay your neatly folded robes, a bow with arrows, and a white mask depicting a crying face — the Mask of Sorrow. Its sight made your heart clench, as if it embodied all your unspoken emotions.

Gathering your will, you lifted the garments. White robes adorned with suns and tongues of flame. The unmistakable attire of the Qishan Wen Clan.

The Qishan Wen Clan was once one of the most powerful sects in the cultivation world. Its discipline, ambition, and fiery symbolism inspired awe and dread. Under Wen Ruohan’s leadership, the clan ruled through fear and oppression, reaching the pinnacle of its influence during the campaign against the Sunshot Alliance. Yet despite its fall, the Wen Clan’s legacy endures as a symbol of power twisted by tyranny.

Fragments of memories began to coalesce in your mind, but your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps outside the cave. Muffled voices spoke familiar names: “Wei Wuxian”, “Wen Ning…”

You don't know how long it's been, maybe a month, a year, maybe 13 years. Why you've been here has also kept you wondering....