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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Elder Tortoise’s Snack Break
When the foot-sucking scene dropped, I choked on my tea. Poor Elder Tortoise—green armor, green gloves, green trauma. He didn’t sign up for *this* kind of loyalty test. Tyler Drew just watches, sipping cosmic irony. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Nah, he’s the snack king. 🐢👣
Purple Energy ≠ Good Vibes
That foot-powered purple aura? Iconic. But when it hits Tyler Drew and Elder Tortoise, their eyes glow like possessed NPCs. The forest breathes unease. She’s not just bound—she’s *charging*. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Try ‘What, A 3,000-Year-Old Battery?’ 🔋💜
Hair, Chains, and Existential Dread
Tyler Drew’s hair flows like a storm cloud; her chains clink like broken promises. The contrast—opulence vs. restraint—is brutal. And that forehead sigil? It pulses with every lie she doesn’t say. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Or the only one who sees the truth? 🌀
Red Sword, Red Mist, Red Flags
He draws the blade—not to strike, but to *reveal*. The crimson energy isn’t magic; it’s rage made visible. Those two captives? They’re not screaming—they’re *remembering*. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Maybe. But losers don’t burn this bright. 🔥⚔️
The Purple Prisoner’s Gaze
Her chained elegance vs. his brooding authority—every glance from the Moonlit Sword Sect’s captive feels like a silent rebellion. That red flower mark? Not just makeup—it’s a curse, a vow, a weapon. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? More like a queen in waiting. 🌙✨