What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?
Giles Baker is the grand founding patriarch of the Azure Abyss Sword Sect. For three thousand years, he remained stuck in the Energy Refining Stage, unable to establish his Foundation. Time to find some gifted ladies, for dual cultivation might just do the trick. Will he get to build his Foundation in the end?
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Red Velvet vs. White Silk: A Costume War
Let’s talk fashion as warfare. Hong Yi’s crimson velvet with gold flames? Divine fury. Bai Lian’s gradient white-to-black robe? Quiet apocalypse. Every stitch screams tension. When they stand side by side, it’s not romance—it’s a treaty signed in blood and silk. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Nah, just two legends refusing to blink. 👑⚔️
The Chokehold That Broke the Internet
That moment—Hong Yi’s hands on her throat, her gasp frozen mid-air—wasn’t violence. It was intimacy weaponized. Her tears? Not weakness. A surrender she chose. And Bai Lian’s face? Pure existential dread. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? No. Just love so deep it strangles. 💔✨
Hooded Figure = Plot Twist in a Cape
Enter Hooded Shadow™—no lines, no face, just *vibes* and cracked skin. One glance, and the room chills. Was he always there? Did he *cause* the smoke? What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Maybe. But this cameo? Chef’s kiss. The real MVP of atmospheric dread. 🌫️🎭
Her Hairpins Tell the Real Story
Look closer: her hairpins aren’t just gold—they’re *broken* phoenix motifs. Symbolism? Absolutely. She’s regal, but fractured. Meanwhile, Hong Yi’s crown gleams, yet his eyes waver. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Or a god who forgot he’s still human? The details whisper louder than dialogue. 🪞💫
The Smoke, The Stare, The Silent Betrayal
That entrance—fog, light, slow-mo robes—pure cinematic poetry. But the real drama? The way Bai Lian’s eyes flicker when Hong Yi steps forward. Not fear. Calculation. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? More like a strategist playing chess with hearts. 🕊️🔥