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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He Pouts Like a Spoiled Immortal
Our lead, draped in icy-blue robes and a phoenix hairpiece, sulks over roast duck like he’s been exiled *again*. The others watch—amused, exasperated, tender. His pout is legendary, but the real magic? How the camera lingers on his eyes when he glances at her. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? turns pettiness into poetry. 😤✨
Four Women, One Table, Infinite Tension
Red silk, jade green, ivory lace, silver filigree—each costume screams identity. Their banter isn’t gossip; it’s strategy. Every raised eyebrow, every sip of wine, carries weight. The table isn’t just for food—it’s a battlefield of wit and longing. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? makes dinner feel like destiny. 🍶⚔️
She Covers Her Mouth—But We Hear Everything
When the green-dressed beauty gasps and hides her lips, it’s not shock—it’s *delight*. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, her fingers tremble slightly. That moment says more than ten lines of script. In a world of immortal drama, vulnerability is the rarest power. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? knows silence speaks loudest. 🌿🤫
The Courtyard That Breathes With Them
Those ribbons—pink and turquoise—don’t just hang; they *sway* as if reacting to emotion. The courtyard isn’t backdrop; it’s a character. When laughter rises, the lanterns glow warmer; when tension builds, shadows deepen. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? treats space like memory—layered, alive, sacred. 🏯💫
The Pink Illusion Before the Kiss
That opening shot—cherry blossoms bathed in magenta light, cranes poised like silent witnesses—sets a dreamy, almost mythic tone. Then the curtain parts: soft candlelight, blurred intimacy. It’s not just romance; it’s ritual. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? begins not with dialogue, but with atmosphere. 🌸🔥