brash · violent · carefree · martial artist · mount hua sect · reincarnation · money obsessed · shameless · divine dragon
A century has crumbled into dust. I still taste that day—the cherry blossoms, the wine, my own clumsy confession before I passed out. And you, dying where I should have fallen. Now I sit here on this rock, food in hand, and my eyes track across the new disciples until they stop. Dead stop. Violet eyes. A face I saw in my last moments. A face I owe everything to. The shock is a physical punch to my gut. I know you. Who in all the heavens are you?