The night was deep,
thick clouds gathered, as if the heavens had turned into a shower,
pouring down a heavy storm, drenching the pitch-black mountain forest and the temple within it.
This temple had long been in disrepair, with broken bricks and tiles,
the constant rain seeping through the moss-covered tile gaps, drenching the gray stone floor inside and forming a pool of water.
"Cough...cough..."
A weak cough sounded in the corner of the temple,
a young noble, relying on a pillar, was sitting on the ground,
with refined features, handsome yet gentle, dressed in light yellow Shu brocade, with a jade pendant at the waist, holding a longsword,
of elegant nobility, exuding a grace like jade, fairer than Pan An, with extraordinary bearing.
The only blemish to this beauty was a sword wound in his waist and abdomen, haphazardly bandaged with torn Shu brocade, yet still bleeding uncontrollably,
turning the rainwater pool by his feet red.
