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愿我如星君如月，夜夜流光相皎洁。

May I be like the stars and you the moon

Shining and brightening each other night after night

Fan Chengda (1126-1193) 

Aurum Alley is bustling with people, the streets alive with chatter of merchants and customers. The air is filled with enticing aromas of each stall’s delectable offerings. People wander from stall to stall, drawn in to taste each of their offerings.

Dan Heng  wanders around the place, head turning right to left, looking for a certain figure across the wave of people. His ears pick up a familiar squeal, making way to one of the vendors.

“Here you go, two berrypheasant skewers!”

Yunli’s eyes brighten, squealing as she grabs both of the skewers and puts one in her mouth. She stomps her feet in excitement, chewing on the sweetness dancing on her tongue. Her eyes sparkles with delight as she devours more of the skewer, happy hums punctuating the air.

“Yunli, don’t eat too fast. You’ll choke.” Huaiyan reprimands her. 

“It’s soooo sweet!” She exclaims between mouthfuls. “Luofu’s berry pheasant skewers have this distinctive sweeter taste than in Zhuming.” 

Huayan chuckles at her excitement, shaking his head when his granddaughter heeds no mind to his scolding. At her third bite, Yunli notices Dan Heng walking towards them and waves her skewer at him. “Oh, your friend is here, Grandpa!” She stops, looking at her skewers, suddenly growling. “I’m not sharing any of these, by the way.” 

Dan Heng bows his head to the both of them as a greeting, returned by Huaiyan, and assures the little girl. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask for it, in the first place.” Yunli huffs, continuing her feast. Dan Heng feels like he’s handling a feisty little kitten.

“Sorry, I got caught up earlier with my friends.” Dan Heng apologizes. “Both Stelle and March have been very… enthusiastic about Yanqing and your granddaughter’s teachings. I had to watch over them earlier.” before they do anything reckless again like betting against the IPC, again– albeit for the right reasons. Dan Heng finishes in his mind.

Huaiyan waves him off, “No need to apologize. This old man has a lot of time to spare in his hands.” He looks over the stalls and gestures to Yunli to come over, “Yunli, dear, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to bore yourself over these old men's talks. Here, go have fun, you know the way back to the inn right?” 

Yunli accepts the bags of coins Huaiyan gives to her and nods. “I can go back by myself just fine. Thanks grandpa! Bye, Dan Heng!” With that, she takes off with her footsteps, darting through the bustling marketplace like a swift breeze.

“She’s a lively one.” Dan Heng chides, looking at her weaving through the crowd, her energy uncontainable. 

Huaiyan laughs. “Hah! That, she is. She’s still very young; I apologize if she has offended you or your friend during her training.” 

“It’s okay. March takes no offense in that, I assure you.” Dan Heng remembers how March always buys her teacher milk tea during the session. “They have similar taste in food, they’re bonding very well.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Yunli can be a little proud of herself.” Huaiyan sighs, looking  at a faraway distance, his eyes seeming to be looking at a far, far memory. “That’s a thing in common that my disciples all seem to share.” 

Dan Heng vaguely remembers a memory of Yingxing boasting his talents, saying it comes from himself and it was all thanks to his master he was able to make it this far. 

“I was a shy kid, Baiheng told you already.” Yingxing said, swirling the drink inside his cup. “Being a short-life species, many discriminated against me as well– but I didn’t pay them any mind. Master Huaiyan said I should have my head held high and show them my skills to shut them off. And I did.” 

“He’s the reason why I was able to come this far. He’s my teacher, my master, and my father. “

“You’re a great master, General.” Dan Heng replies. “Your legacy will never be forgotten, and your disciples will live to continue that as well.”

Huaiyan chuckles, putting back his arms underneath his sleeves. He looks at Dan Heng directly with gentle eyes and a smile that speaks of old wisdom. “Thank you for your kind words. Ah– should we get going to the restaurant?”

“We should.” 

“I am a knight of the Wondergazer, and on their behalf, I shall vanquish you, fiend of evil!”

The storyteller’s voice raises as he approaches the climax, his projection gesturing his hands wildly to emphasize the tension. Yunli, seated on a low stool at the edge of the crowd, was more interested in her food than in the story. She continues to nibble on her food absentmindedly.

“ Who is the knight of the Wondergazer? Will he defeat evil against all odds and save the world? Tune in next time to find out!”

Yunli finishes her last bite of the fruit and stands up, stretching her arms, groaning as she does. She looks over the colorful displays and sniffs the tantalizing scents, deciding she should explore more while her grandpa is still talking to his– Is old friend the right way to describe him? Yunli tries to recall the conversation back in her first day stepping foot to the ship.

“Grandpa, did you know him before? Isn’t he the banished former High Elder?” 

“ Ssh, mind your words. His banishment has been lifted.” Huaiyan reprimanded, looking at Dan Heng’s retreating back with his friends. “...I know him from letters; we haven’t met before.”

“But I’ve made a promise to him before, it’s time for me to fulfill it.”

Ah, that’s the look Grandpa makes when he talks about him . Yunli decided to not ask anymore.

Yunli, her mind still being elsewhere, rounds up to a corner and barely notices the figure right in front of her. With a soft thud, she bumps into a tall figure, hearing a grunt.

She looks up, her eyes widening as she meets piercing red eyes behind those sunglasses.

The emptiness in his gaze sends her shiver. From his tall and built figure, she can tell that this man is not someone she should underestimate– this man is strong, dangerous . 

She opens her mouth to speak, raising her guard, before she feels a hand on her hair piece– putting it together. She blinks. 

“Careful there, kid.” The man speaks, voice surprisingly gentle despite his rough look. “Keep your eyes up ahead.”

“Uhm. Thanks, uncle.” She mumbles. The hand on her head stays there, patting it slightly when the man hears her reply. 

Cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment, she steps back. The gentle pat on her head felt oddly comforting, just like what her grandpa used to give her.  “Sorry! I’ll pay more attention.”

The man grunts, crossing his arms, and looks at the market. 

Yunli looks at the man more clearly now. His eyes that made her shiver before in caution– now made her feel a pang of hurt. His eyes look hollow, as if the light within them has been extinguished, carrying a sense of detachment in the world, as if he is constantly staring into a distant past.

She doesn’t need to touch the sword that is on his waist to know that this man has been lonely for a long, long time.

The lamp above them casts a warm golden glow over his face. She sees how young the man’s features are, though covered with dark sunglasses. His mask was pulled down. His long dark blue hair with red tips flows to his back. Her gaze stops at the hair clip on his hair– Isn’t that-

“You should try Immortal's Delight if you get the chance, you might like it.” He says. “But don’t eat it too much; you should cut back on your sweets– get a balanced diet.”

…. What’s with this man? Yunli's eyes narrow at the man, her brows furrowing in annoyance. Who does he think he is, lecturing her like that? She barely knows him, and here he is, acting like her dad– like Grandpa!

With a sharp huff, she crosses her arms tightly over her chest, a clear sign that she wasn’t amused. “Excuse me?” she retorts, her tone laced with annoyance. “I think I can manage my own diet just fine, thank you very much.”

She shoots him a look, making it clear that she doesn’t like being told what to do– especially not by some random guy she’d just met! Her annoyance was written all over her face. 

The man shakes his head, mumbling something she couldn’t catch on and turns his back to her. “Be careful next time, kid. The streets are busy, don’t lose your way.” With that, he disappears into the corner. Yunli stays still for a moment, mouth agape.

She turns away, turning the opposite direction the man heads off to. She stomps her feet angrily. She wasn’t about to let anyone dictate how she should live her life–even if he did recommend her a dessert (she’s going to try it out and eat it more if she likes it–take that, ha!)

Yunli stops in her tracks.

Wait, where have I seen him before?

“It’s an honor to finally have the chance to drink with you, Imbibitor Lunae.” Huaiyan greets him, tone filled with respect as he gestures to the seat across him. 

Dan Heng offers a small, polite smile as he takes the seat. “Please, just Dan Heng will do.” He replies, calmly. “I’m no longer the High Elder– even though I bore a part of the powers. But I don’t have that status anymore. I’m just a Nameless now, who travels across the stars.”

There’s a quiet strength in how he speaks, gentle yet firm, showing a resolve to be seen past his status. For who he is right now rather than the title of Imbibitor Lunae. He’s free from the shackles of duty to his people, he’s his own person now– not as a high and mighty ruler among the people. 

As he pours the alcohol, Dan Heng thinks about a bridge between his old, shackled self and the new, one that he’s still learning to navigate, while bearing the memories of Dan Feng , the High Elder, continuing life as Dan Heng, the Nameless.

Huaiyan listens with a quiet respect, his kind smile remaining, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. “I see,” he says softly, accepting the cup. “Then I’ll drink to Dan Heng, the Nameless who sails his own course among the stars.”

There’s no judgment in Huaiyan’s words, only acceptance—a recognition that titles and power are fleeting, but the essence of a person remains. Dan Heng nods, feeling a sense of relief that a figure of his past has accepted him as he is. They lift their cups in unison.

“He would be proud to see where you are now.” Huaiyan says as he sips on his drink. “Carrying that spear, engraved with the name Dan, with you…” He pauses, a soft smile playing on his lips as he reminisces about the old days. “He used to consult a lot about that spear of yours, you know. Prideful as he is, he was still anxious to deliver it to Dan Feng.”

Dan Heng blinks, not expecting that Yingxing was the slightest bit nervous during their exchange. From his memories, he sounded so arrogant and prideful. A mortal, crafting a spear for the High Elder who controlled the waves like an extension of his body, an innate talent and surging power he possesses. That mortal had the nerve to say, quoting,

“This spear is sharp enough to pierce dragon scales. Be careful, High Elder. Lest you hurt yourself.”

That man, nervous? 

Dan Heng hides a laugh. So your tough exterior was merely a play . 

“It’s been with me ever since my exile.” Dan Heng smiles, giving a slight chuckle. “When I awoke in the prison, I didn’t have any sense of self–even now, I’m still navigating with my identity. But when I was thrown into the sun, for the first time in my life, receiving warmth and sunlight– this spear that had Dan engraved in it– glowed .” His eyes sparkle in awe, remembering that moment. The moment when the General gave him his belongings and said his goodbyes, wishing him well. 

At that time, Dan Heng could only nod and say his thanks. When he opened the box and accepted the spear– he felt a sense of self seeing the character Dan glowing as he held on to it. 

He decided, back then, that his name would be Dan Heng.

Huaiyan’s gaze shifts behind Dan Heng, where Cloud Piercer rests. “Mm, he pondered for a long time whether to engrave it or not. But he wanted to express how status, fame, and power didn’t define you as a person.” He pauses, a soft smile playing on his lips.  “Hearing what you said earlier, that is what he wished you would follow.” He finishes, affirming a memory Dan Heng dream.

“I told you to craft me a spear, but this… exceeds my expectation.” 

Dan Feng’s grip on the spear tightened as he continued to test its balance, feeling the way it moved through the air with flawless precision. The weapon fits right into his arms. With a swift motion, Dan Feng struck at the practice dummy, the spear slicing cleanly through the air and cutting down a falling leaf with it. He dropped his fighting stance, admiring the weapon more – eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the engraved character on its shaft.

”Engraving the character of my name here?” Dan Feng raises his eyebrow, questioning. “I don’t recall… asking for a personalized touch for this. What brought this on?”

Yingxing stood nearby, arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips. He tilted his head, meeting Dan Feng’s gaze with a mixture of pride and defiance. “I wished this to not be the High Elder’s legacy, but yours, Dan Feng. This spear is yours to hold,” he said. “It was you who asked me to craft it. Not the Preceptors, not any Vidyadhara.”

Dan Feng huffed, trying to keep his aloofness even as he felt a smile creeping to his face. “Hmph, so exceedingly arrogant,” he muttered, “The Preceptors won’t like it. This spear, the name you engraved on it—it betrays the cycle of the Vidyadhara, a High Elder, to possess any personal belongings. We, the High Elder, do not have any rights—”

He stopped abruptly, the words catching in his throat. The truth of his statement hung heavily in the air, more bitter than he had anticipated. 

The Preceptors were the ones who claimed everything that belonged to the High Elder, dictating what could and could not be his. The High Elder, for all his power and knowledge, was little more than a vessel, bound by the teachings and expectations of the past. 

Never once had he been allowed to claim something as his own.

Yingxing’s smirk softened as he watched Dan Feng struggle with his thoughts. “That’s exactly why,” he said quietly, “You are more than just the High Elder, Dan Feng. You are yourself, and you deserve to have something that belongs to you .”

Dan Feng looked at the spear again, at the engraved character that glows in white, the weight of Yingxing’s words sinking in. 

For a moment, the shackles of his role, the burden, felt like they were loosening their hold on him. He ran his fingers over the engraved character, feeling a strange sense of connection to the weapon in his hand—a connection to himself, as Dan Feng, a dragon, and a human.

He let out a long breath, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Perhaps,” he said softly, the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “Perhaps you’re right, Yingxing.”

Yingxing’s grin returned, full of the mischievousness that Dan Feng had grown accustomed to. “Of course I’m right,” he teased.

Dan Feng shook his head, a chuckle escaping himself. “Arrogant indeed,” he murmured, but the warmth in his chest remained. 

For the first time, he felt that maybe, just maybe, he could be more than the role he was born into.

Dan Heng’s gaze softens as he looks back at Huaiyan. For him, Cloud Piercer wasn’t just a weapon. It was a symbol, a manifestation of his own identity, forged by someone who guided him in a journey of “self”.

“Thank you,” Dan Heng says quietly.

“No, I must thank you. Even after everything, you’ve been taking care of it.” Huaiyan says, his voice speaks of unspoken emotion. His eyes soften as he gazes again at Cloud Piercer, to Dan Heng again. “As his master, I’m proud to see his weapons still being cherished, his legacy in craftsmanship unstained.”

As the Arbiter General of Zhuming, Huaiyan surely knows what became of Yingxing now. A Stellaron Hunter, shunned and banned for various crimes. Even though he is now a criminal. The words are left unsaid but the weight of them hangs in the space between their shared gaze.

“Yingxing’s legacy lives on in you, too,” Huaiyan adds, his tone carrying a quiet conviction. “In the way you carry that spear, and in the way you’ve chosen your own path.”

Dan Heng’s expression remains calm, but there’s a flicker of regret in his eyes. He nods slightly, taking another sip of his drink, where the pain can settle without need for words. 

“This spear is for my safety, and the safety of everyone else.” 

Including him . The memory of him impaling the maker of this weapon pains him, despite at that time, he didn’t know any better. “That never changed. We may have had our past clashes, but I intend to make it right now.” Dan Heng’s voice is steady, carrying a resolve to bring it to the end.

Huaiyan scoffs. “That rascal, I hope he didn’t make it too hard on you.”

“Well, he did.” Dan Heng grimaces. “But I had my share as well.”

Huaiyan throws his back and laughs, a genuine one that speaks of fond memories and an enduring affection for the young man they both cared for in their own ways. “Some things never really do change. I’ve had my fair story about you both from his letters and what people say in the past.”

Dan Heng watches him with a softened expression. The smile lingering on his face as he feels a deeper understanding of Yingxing and the man who shaped him. Watching him, he can see where they are similar. How they carry themselves with pride and contentment of a man who has lived centuries to see the world, heart full with warmth and compassion to their creation and people. 

I see where Yingxing got his kindness from , he thinks.

“…Yingxing was really raised in good hands,” Dan Heng mutters under his breath, the words carrying a quiet admiration. A smile tugs at his lips, one filled with genuine warmth and gratitude. “Thank you, General Huaiyan.”

Huaiyan’s eyes flicker with pride, “He was always talented and had a good heart. I merely tried to guide him as best as I could.” His voice is gentle, softened by the memories of his apprentice.

“General, do you mind telling me more of his story?”

“If you don’t mind an old man’s ramble, then don’t mind if I do.”

The conversation drifts into a more warm atmosphere, both men enjoying the stories of the past and present they’re sharing each sip.

“That rascal Yingxing,” Huaiyan says between chuckles, his eyes crinkling with joy. “Always found a way to worm his way into people’s hearts, even when he was being a stubborn fool.”

“ Mmm, yes, he was,” Dan Heng slurs, the warmth of the alcohol settling into his body, making his words slow and heavy. His head nods slightly as his eyelids grow heavier, the sense of peacefulness calming his senses. Through the hour they’ve spent talking, Dan Heng has felt a connection—a connection that might even be called familial. Perhaps this is just how Huaiyan talks? he muses drowsily.

A distant memory flickers in his mind: 

“I want you to meet my Master,” Yingxing tipped his drink to Dan Feng’s. His violet eyes looked directly at Dan Feng’s emerald ones. 

Dan Feng raised an eyebrow at Yingxing’s sudden proposition, his expression calm but curious. The clinking of their cups filled the brief silence as he contemplated the request. Yingxing didn’t look like he was joking, despite how casual he sounded. There's an underlying seriousness in his eyes that Dan Feng doesn’t miss. 

“By your master, you mean, General Huaiyan– the Arbiter General of Zhuming?” Dan Feng replied. He remembered bits of the stories Yingxing told him before during his apprentice days in Zhuming– when he was just a little boy not taller than Jingliu’s sword. General Huaiyan took him in after his planet was destroyed and brought him under his wing to be the Furnace Master that he is right now. 

Yingxing has always said good things about his master; the one who guided him and taught him the art of forging for the sake of his parent’s revenge against the Abundance. Huaiyan was the one who taught him war is not only compromised by swordmasters alike, but also the maker of the weapons they carry are fighting in that same war–hence why little Yingxing decided in his short life, he’ll continue making weapons that will outlast his and swore to slay all his enemies. 

Like what Yingxing said once, Huaiyan was his master, and also his father.

Dan Feng took a sip of his drink, considering the implications. Yingxing introducing him formally to his family means a step forward to deepen the bond between them–surely, Yingxing must know the weight of it. He was inviting him to a more personal and intimate space. Granted, they have been intimate for years, so this was just a matter of time– but it still surprises him. 

Yingxing nodded, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yes, the famed Flaming Heart of Zhuming.” He said. “I’ve been telling him lots of stories by letters about the Quintet, and of course, you–about us.” He chuckled, “He’s been nagging me to introduce you to him. I think it’s time.”

Dan Feng hummed, studying Yingxing’s expression for a moment longer. Despite the composed tone Yingxing gave, there’s an underlying nervousness in those eyes. Dan Feng broke off eye contact before nodding. 

“Alright,” he replied. “I’ll meet him. What does a drink say?” He suggested.

Yingxing’s expression brightened– his early nervousness gone. “Yes, a drink would be nice.” He said, his tone lighter now with sincerity and anticipation. “Master’s really good with drinking, he gave me my first sip when I first passed the artisan’s test– of course I’d pass, but Master insisted on celebrating.”

“It’s a chance for us to relax, especially for you–from all those damned Preceptors. Master Huaiyan has a lot of stories to tell, being the old man that he is.” Yingxing laughs. “You two will get along well, I’m sure. He’s good at that–making people at ease.”

Dan Feng chuckled seeing his beloved retelling the past, at ease hearing how good he was raised to grow into the man that he is. “It seems that he really raised you well. Too well, that you became this insufferable arrogant man.” He joked.

Yingxing grinned, “Ah, but you tolerate this insufferable arrogant man anyway– love him, even.”

“Hmph.” Dan Feng scoffed, a small smile playing on his lips. “I look forward to our meeting in the future, then.” He raised his cup in a toast.

Yingxing’s grin widened, and he raised his in return, the clinking sound of cup sealing the promise of a shared future.

Sadly, that promise never was fulfilled until years later, minus the man who he swore a promise to.

Yingxing had proposed that suggestion with a fondness in his voice, and now, finally having the chance to share a drink with Huaiyan himself, Dan Heng understands exactly what Yingxing meant.

Talking to Huaiyan does bring a sense of ease, a comfort that Dan Heng didn’t realize he needed. He tries to stay awake, to talk more to the elder– why does he still look so sober? He doesn’t remember his alcohol tolerance being low, but Huaiyan must have had higher tolerance, but the warmth of the drink and the peaceful atmosphere conspire against him, making it difficult to fight off the drowsiness.

As his eyes begin to close, he feels a gentle pat on his shoulder. Blinking slowly, he tries to focus on what’s in front of him. Huaiyan is there, his hand resting on Dan Heng’s shoulder, making soothing circles on his back. The gesture is simple, yet it carries a warmth that feels… like something a father would give to his child. Dan Heng’s heart warms at the gesture.

“You’ve had too many to drink. Sleep,” Huaiyan says softly, his voice lulling him to sleep.

Dan Heng tries to protest, shaking his head slightly. “No—it’s fine, I can’t possibly…” But before he can finish his sentence, his eyelids drop fully, and the pull of sleep becomes too strong to resist. His body relaxes, and he drifts off, the last thing he feels being the comforting presence of Huaiyan’s hand on his shoulder.

Huaiyan watches him with a gentle smile, continuing the soothing motion on Dan Heng’s back until he’s sure the young man is fully asleep. “You can come out now.” Huaiyan calls out. “You’ve been there for awhile, sure you don’t want to show yourself?”

A figure slowly emerges from the shadows, his stance guarded, as if reluctant to step into the light. He hesitates, his eyes sharp and wary, and then he whispers, “Since when did you notice?”

Huaiyan doesn’t turn immediately, his attention still on Dan Heng. “A while ago,” he replies calmly, finally turning to look at the new arrival. “It’s a surprise this young one didn’t notice, given your connection, but he must have had too many to drink.” He glances over the array of bottles on the table and sighs softly. “I apologize. I didn’t know he was a lightweight.”

“He’s not a lightweight,” the other figure responds, his voice steady and tinged with protectiveness. He takes a step closer, finally stepping into the light where his face becomes fully visible—Blade. His expression is stoic, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. “You’ve always been able to control your liquor.”

Huaiyan turns to face Blade fully, his eyes crinkling with warmth as he regards him. “Why, one has to know how to manage his drink when one’s life is filled with arduous meetings of it,” he says with a light chuckle, his tone carrying a hint of nostalgia.

Blade remains standing, his posture tense but less guarded now. There’s a moment of silence between them, thick with unspoken memories and emotions. Finally, Blade speaks again, his voice quieter, more reflective. “It’s been awhile, General. You’ve aged.”

Huaiyan’s smile softens, a trace of sadness in his eyes as he looks at Blade. “Always so rude.” he says softly. “Yes, it’s been a while. It’s good to see you again, Yingxing.”

Blade stiffens at the name, his eyes flickering with a mix of emotions—pain, regret, and something deeper, something almost like relief. But he doesn’t correct Huaiyan. Instead, he simply nods.

”Well, I believe you came for him.” Huaiyan gestures to Dan Heng, whose head rests awkwardly on the table. His breathing is slow and steady, but the longer he stays in that position, it’s evident he’d wake up with neck pain. “Help this poor old man out and carry him to my inn.”

Blade glances at Dan Heng, frowning at his position. Blade moves to Dan Heng’s side. He hesitates for a moment, hands hovering over Dan Heng’s shoulder before he gently maneuvers him to a more comfortable position. He crouches in front of Dan Heng and gently lifts him to his back.

Dan Heng stirs slightly, a faint murmur escaping his lips. Blade’s hold is firm and gentle. Dan Heng doesn’t wake up. 

“Thank you, I’ve paid for the bill already so you can follow me on the way back.” Huaiyan moves out to lead the way with Blade following him closely behind.

As they make their way out, Blade adjusts his grip on Dan Heng. The night air is cool as they step outside. The cold breeze passes by them. He feels Dan Heng shivering slightly from the cold, fidgeting, nuzzling to get closer to Blade, seeking warmth.  

He still can’t stand the cold . 

Blade’s mind helpfully supplies, tightening his grip on Dan Heng’s thighs. The reminder is an echo of the past, tinged with a strange sort of warmth as he remembers the person behind him enveloping Yingxing before, almost every time chasing Yingxing’s body heat, claiming he needs his personal body heater. 

“ Your body runs hot.” Dan Feng chided, his tail enveloping itself to Yingxing’s waist. “Keep me warm, will you? I’m cold.”

Yingxing chuckled, “No one would expect the famed High Elder to be this much of a spoilt brat.” Despite his teasing, he wrapped his arms around his lover, earning a pleased hum.

“Shut up and just accompany me to bed.”

“Of course, High Elder.”

Luckily, the inn is closer than he thought, just a short walk away. As they enter, Huaiyan nods to the staff, who seem to recognize him, while Blade keeps his head down, careful not to let his face show too much.

Huaiyan quickly leads them to his room, where he dismisses the staff with a polite wave, and then prepares the bed for Dan Heng. Blade moves with deliberate care, gently settling Dan Heng down onto the bed. The younger man stirs, instinctively clutching the blanket closer, his expression softening into one of contentment as he nestles into the warmth.

Blade’s usually stern expression softens as he watches Dan Heng. He tucks the blanket securely around him, his hands hovering for a moment above Dan Heng’s head before he gently brushes the bangs away from his face. His fingers linger, stroking the top of Dan Heng’s head with  tenderness.

Huaiyan stares at them with profound expression.  Some things do remain the same, no matter how much time passes . He thinks, a soft sigh escaping his lips. 

“I should leave,” Blade finally murmurs.

“Sure you don’t want to stay here for a little while?” Huaiyan offers. “Let’s have a drink together, like old days. This old man still can take a few more drinks.”  He gestures with a nod towards the adjoining room, a quiet invitation in his eyes.

Blade hesitates for a second, before nodding stiffly. Somehow unable to decline the man. He rises gently from the bed, careful not to disturb Dan Heng.

As they settle in, Huaiyan pours them both a drink, the liquid shimmering in the lamplight.

They sit together in silence. The atmosphere is one of quiet understanding, both master and apprentice sharing a drink together. The weight of the cup feels heavy in Blade’s hands.

"… Are you not going to report me to the Cloud Knights?” Blade breaks the silence, his voice carrying a weary edge as he watches his reflection in the cup. The face staring back at him is one he barely recognizes—Yingxing in his prime, but now merely a vessel, his eyes no longer holding the same light or fury they once did.

Huaiyan, unphased, continues to sip his drink, his expression calm and untroubled. "Well, do you want me to scream and ask for help? Help! I’m being held captive by this scary, gruff criminal! ” he retorts, a hint of playful sarcasm in his tone.

Blade sighs heavily. There’s no use in debating with the older man—Huaiyan’s unflappable demeanor makes it clear that he has no intention of treating Blade like the criminal he is, his face plastered all across the Luofu with a bounty on his head.

Huaiyan began to talk about Zhuming, himself, and Yunli— his granddaughter, daughter of his former apprentice. He talked about how the Flamewheel Octet is currently faring on, the forge Blade used to work and sleep at untul dawn, everything that happened after he went away from Zhuming. Huaiyan talked about Yunli’s first apprentice, March 7th— a member of the Astral Express and ultimately, Dan Heng’s friend. 

Blade listens. And listens. 

The one sided conversation runs long like that, but Huaiyan doesn’t mind Blade’s lacking response— instead, with each sip, he continues to tell him stories, stories that Blade, albeit he doesn’t admit it, appreciates and listens to it carefully.

”Well, enough about me.” Huaiyan stops. “Do you have anything you want to share?”

Blade’s fingers, wrapped in bandages, fidget under the table as he looks down, unable to summon the courage to meet Huaiyan’s eyes.

“Are you not going to ask?" Blade finally murmurs, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and uncertainty.

Huaiyan’s gaze softens as he sets down his drink, the warmth in his eyes never wavering. “I’ve simply learned to accept what is, and what will be,” he says, “Time has a way of changing us all. But some things remain the same, no matter how much time passes.”

Blade furrows his eyebrows, hands gripping the ends of the table. “If you mean that I’m still the same person as the past, your apprentice – I’m not.” He hisses, looking at Huaiyan fiercely. “I’m not Yingxing .”

“Blade, was it? You have a terrible naming sense.” Huaiyan replies, unfazed. “You claim yourself as a ‘Blade’, dedicating yourself to Destiny’s Slave. A shell who walks in this world, lost in his hurries from one battlefield to the next.”

“Yingxing, have you ever tried to listen to what your sword is saying?”

Blade jolts. Opening his mouth and closing it again. He finds himself unable to look at the other again in the eyes and looks at his hands again, biting his lips.

““Even without touching it, I can hear it.” Huaiyan sighs, looking at Blade’s crimson eyes sharply. “The sword is crying. Yingxing, didn’t I teach you before– that a sword would lose its heart once it loses its purpose?”

“You crafted this sword with one goal; to slay your enemies, to walk into a path filled with the pool of blood of the enemies you resent. The Abundance. You promised yourself you’ll be there to witness the fall of them, who took everything away from you.” Huaiyan continues, his tone heaving with sorrow.

“It was your proudest work, the embodiment of your will.”

Blade’s eyes close, the memories crashing over him—of the forge, the heat, the single-minded focus with which he had crafted that sword, pouring every ounce of his hatred, his grief, into its blade.

The hazy memory is becoming clearer. 

“But now,” Huaiyan’s voice lowers, becoming almost a whisper, “where do you point your sword at?”

The question hangs in the air, the silence that follows almost deafening.

Blade stares down at his hands, the hands that once crafted masterpieces, now shaking, unable to create intricate details he once fussed over in his creations. Back then, every stroke his hands sketches, every strike of the hammer he held had meaning. But now, those hands only know destruction and how to wield a blade.

The script. The loss of the art of creation, the erosion of his will—he had surrendered it all, his identity, his purpose, to become nothing more than a blade. He had submitted himself fully to Destiny’s Slave–Elio’s orders, carrying out each task with ruthless efficiency. He slayed his enemies, cleared his path, and all the while, he clung desperately to the fragmented memories of the past, to the promises of a future that would finally bring him to the end.

“I taught you the art of forging,” Huaiyan continues, his voice soft yet firm, “not to forge yourself into a blade that doesn’t know where to point its edge.”

Blade’s breath hitches, his vision growing hazy. The memories start to flood back like a wave– days he spent forging, the heat, the fire inside the forge. Then, he feels the familiar, creeping sensation of the mara clawing its way back into his mind. His eyes flare as he feels the room spinning. He tries to take a deep breath, trying to control the monster inside him from brewing.

Stop. Not now. Not in front of him.

Don’t make me turn into a monster and hurt him.

Don’t let him see–

Not long, he feels a hand on top of his trembling hands. The touch is gentle, comforting and warm. The touch brings him back to the present, grounding him back. After a while, feeling his mara starting to subside inside him, he lifts his gaze to meet Huaiyan’s. 

“You did well, holding it back.” Huaiyan says softly but grounding. “I knew you could.”

Feeling his mara contained, Blade furrows his eyebrows, “ Why? When the mara strikes, I become something else– more of a monster that I already am. You should have ran .” He says, desperate.

“I’ve lived long enough to see people succumb to their desires, memories, and mara.” Huaiyan closes his eyes, tracing circles on Blade’s hands. “It was a gamble. I am well aware of the danger and I’ve heard enough of your stories among the stars.”

“Then why–”

“Because I chose to believe in you.” Huaiyan’s eyes bore into Blade’s with a depth of understanding that makes Blade’s chest tighten. “I believe in my apprentice, my son , Yingxing.”

But even I don’t believe in myself. Why do you cling to such hope? 

Why do you believe in a man that’s no longer here? 

That man has died.

From that moment, this body will be the one and only blade .

“Yingxing,” Huaiyan says softly, the name a reminder of who he once was, “you are more than just a blade. You are a human, a craftsman, an artist. That part of you—it hasn’t died. It’s still there.”

Blade feels a lump form in his throat. He wants to argue, to deny it, to reject the name and the thought he could be anything but a broken vessel. There’s no craftsman left in him, no artist worthy of the name, not when his hands tremble, not when he only wishes for his death to come.

But Huaiyan’s hands are warm. His words bring him ease and calmness, just like old times; when he was obsessing over his crafts to the point of forgetting to eat or drink, mind focused on creation– to be gently reminded of the world outside by a voice. 

“Yingxing, take a break and eat. No craftsman can craft with an empty stomach.” The memory clings to him, so vivid that he can almost smell the familiar scent of the forge, feeling the heat against his skin. 

And Huaiyan had always been there, watching over him like a father.

He’s not that person anymore. That person—Yingxing, died long ago, buried by his beloved, slain by his friend, and committed a terrible sin and now he’s living as a repayment of their sins.

His memory may be incomplete, the mara haunting him, mind flooded with memories of remorse, hatred, fear, or reflection.

But his memory of Huaiyan makes it harder to deny that maybe, just maybe, a part of Yingxing still remains. That he’s not only a weapon destined to tear apart his enemies.

“I….” Blade begins, but the words falter, and he trembles, not from the mara anymore but from the tangled emotions he suppressed for years. “You don’t understand. I’m–” He swallows, trying again, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m not… I’m already…”

The silence between them hangs midair. Blade stops himself from speaking, his mind reeling as the weight of Huaiyan’s acceptance presses against the walls he’s built.

The kindness in Huaiyan’s voice and his unwavering belief for him stirs something inside him. He struggles to speak, and he finally decides on a nod.

“... It’s getting late.” Huaiyan replies, his tone gentle. “There’s a vacant room beside Dan Heng’s room you can occupy for the night. You should rest here tonight.”

“... I really shouldn’t.” Blade replies, head still hung down. “I’ve overstayed already.”

“Nonsense.” Huaiyan says, tone speaking of finality and Blade knows– there’s no room for argument already. “Rest, and we’ll talk some more in the morning over breakfast, the three of us .”

Blade closes his eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion catching up with him. The tension in his body begins to fade as he releases a long, slow sigh.

He nods, allowing himself to follow Huaiyan’s words– just like old times,

Just for tonight.

“... Goodnight master. ” Blade replies. “Thank you.” He whispers, the words barely audible, but carrying with them a weight of gratitude he can’t fully express.

Huaiyan smiles softly, his eyes crinkling with the same warmth and affection like in the past when Yingxing returned home with a successful craft. Filled with pride.

“You’re welcome, Yingxing,” he replies, “Rest well.”

It was the night after Yingxing had given him Cloud Piercer. Dan Feng had asked Yingxing to accompany him on a stroll to Scalegorge Waterscape. They had settled beneath the statue of the High Elder, sharing hushed whispers under the quiet embrace of the night. As usual, Dan Feng brought his favorite wine to share.

Dan Feng looked wistfully at the statue, tension released from his shoulders. Comfortable silence falls between them. 

His gaze turned to the spear beside him, feeling a rush of emotions inside– happiness and gratitude.

“Yingxing,” Dan Feng began, turning to face him. His emerald eyes were soft, filled with a rare openness that Yingxing had seldom seen. “I didn’t say thank you enough yesterday.”

Yingxing blinked, “Ah, for Cloud Piercer? Hah, it’s fine– you were always a man of actions rather than words. I know more than enough about your feelings about it. I’m satisfied it made you pleased.”

“No– I really must say this.” Dan Feng persisted. Maybe the wine was catching up to him for the rush of bravery, but he knew he had to let his heart open for tonight, for someone he cherished deeply.

“This meant… everything for me. This showed me who I am in this neverending immersia of self— and you saw it through.” He breathed, “Thank you, for everything. For seeing me as I am. For loving me as both a human and a dragon.” His voice was sincere, each word carrying the depth of his gratitude. “I’ll take care of this spear well.”

Yingxing was stunned. He felt the warmth rise to his cheeks, flush creeping up to his ears as he coughed to compose himself. It’s not often that he saw Dan Feng this open to him. 

“This spear will follow me to eternity,” Dan Feng continued, gaze unwavering. “And… you will follow and accompany me until the end.” 

Until the end.

Yingxing’s heart skipped a beat. His heart swelled with emotions, his grip tightening around the glass in his hand. Gulping, he set it down and reached out his hand– pulling Dan Feng’s hands into his own, holding them tightly.

“I always will.” Yingxing replied. “Though my life may be short compared to yours– and I’m merely a blazing moment in your life, I’ll make sure to follow you and accompany you till the end.” He vowed.

Looking straight at each other’s eyes, Yingxing leaned in, foreheads touching. “I wish to be like the star, and you, like the moon.”  He whispered, the words of an old poem slipping from his lips as he leaned in to press a kiss to Dan Feng’s hand, sealing his promise.

The moon shone brightly above them, accompanied by the twinkling stars. Together, they lit the night sky. 

Quiet but constant, the stars and moon always go together and light the way for each other, just as two lovers accompany and support each other. 

In that moment, under the moonlit sky, Yingxing allowed himself to relax completely, letting the warmth of the alcohol and Dan Feng’s presence wash over him. 

According to Baiheng, Yingxing has always been the lightweight between the five of them.

Not to say his alcohol tolerance is low— no, he can handle his alcohol well. 

His tolerance was nothing compared to the others—especially Baiheng, who could outdrink them all with ease. The memory of that one embarrassing night when he had first moved to the Luofu still haunted him.

“Little Yingxing is sooo cute when he gets drunk!” Quoted by Baiheng, during their shared drinking session after sparring when Jingyuan had asked why Yingxing had stopped drinking.

Apparently, drunk Yingxing was a sight to behold. 

Baiheng had coaxed him into a celebratory dinner, and after a few too many shots, Yingxing had let his guard down. The next morning, Baiheng had gleefully recounted every detail of his drunken antics, leaving him mortified and vowing never to lose control like that again.

So— neither Dan Feng and the rest of the Quintet aside from Baiheng has seen Yingxing completely drunk before, always stopping with red stained cheeks and slurred words but never enough to cross the line into drunkenness, much to Baiheng’s playful teasing and the curiosity of others.

Dan Feng was intrigued to see it— a part of him, a small, curious part, wondered what Yingxing would be like if he let go completely. He’s his lover, after all, he’s curious how “cute” (said by Baiheng) Yingxing was when he’s drunk.

Sadly, Yingxing’s pride and self-restraint always kept him from indulging that curiosity.

Apparently, until tonight.

Oh dear. Dan Feng thought, smoothing down his robes. I’m never letting him drink that much again.

After their shared vows in the Scalegorge, both of them had drank enough until Yingxing had passed out. Dan Feng carried him to his residence with his powers without any struggle, and was letting Yingxing sleep on his bed until the man himself stirred awake. 

“Ah- are you alright? I brought you back to my room–” Dan Feng started, before Yingxing giggled- giggled . 

“Hey beautiful,” Yingxing wiggled his eyebrows, snickering as he eyed Dan Feng’s figure up to down.

Dan Feng blinked, taken aback by the sudden change in his demeanor.

… What?

“To what do I owe the honor to see someone as beautiful as you?” Yingxing breathed out, “Did you take me back home? Wow, you’re pretty and nice. Are you an angel?”

Dan Feng stared at Yingxing. He was looking at him with a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling with a playful light. Yingxing was much more open and–flirtatious. 

Yingxing was always a flirt. He knew his way to people’s hearts (including his), but he still had this prideful aura behind it, confident in his charms. This Yingxing however… This side of him, more playful, almost childlike in his flirtations and free spirited, was something Dan Feng had never seen before

“Ah, so this is what happens when you’re drunk,” Dan Feng muttered to himself, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. No wonder he was so insistent on limiting his drinks. It made Dan Feng happy that Yingxing relaxed so much in his presence earlier that night, to fully open himself up.

So Baiheng saw this side of Yingxing before him? 

Dan Feng couldn’t help but feel a little tinge of jealousy brewing inside him even though there’s nothing to be worried about Baiheng nor Yingxing’s feelings to each other–which was completely platonic. Yet, He felt his dragon heart yearn for the man to only be his, to be his every first.

“Oh you have a lovely smile too.” Yingxing continued, still with that playful demeanor. “Pretty angel, what’s your name?”

“I’m Dan Feng.”

“Dan Feng… Dan Feng. ” Yingxing repeated his name, testing it out. 

Dan Feng found himself a little bit warmer than before. It’s hilarious how easily Yingxing wraps him around his finger— just by calling his name, and Dan Feng already feels his heart doing backflips constantly.

“… gege. Feng-ge.”

Gege.

Dan Feng coughed, hiding his expression away from Yingxing. The way Yingxing slurred his name brought shivers down his spine. Soft, also dangerous for Dan Feng’s heart. “… Why do you keep calling my name.”

“Mm, because it’s a pretty name. I like how it sounds, Feng-ge.”

“Charmer.”

He giggled again. Dan Feng wished he could record this moment and show it to him the next morning.

“Yingxing,” Dan Feng called out. “You’ve had too many to drink, you should sleep. I’ll go fetch you some water and clothes for you to change into tomorrow.” He raised up from the bed, moving to the door.

At his response, Yingxing wailed, clutching Dan Feng’s hands. “No, stay.” and continued his dramatic lament.

Dan Feng resisted the urge to coo.

Dan Feng shook his head, sighing. Ah, his lover is really troublesome.

He shook off Yingxing’s hands, summoning a soft breeze of mist to coat Yingxing’s face. Feeling the cold water on his warm face, Yingxing purred, at ease. Dan Feng held Yinging’s face on his palm, thumb between his rosy lips, opening them up a little for a stream of water to enter his cavern.

Some water trickled down Yingxing’s mouth, but it was fine. Yingxing’s gaze looks clearer now compared to before in his drunkenness haze.

Apparently it worked to loosen up Yingxing as the man settled back in bed easily with Dan Feng’s guidance, clutching a pillow and snuggling it in content. Dan Feng felt a soft tug to his heart, he’s done this a lot of times before– during the times Yingxing was sleep deprived.

After making sure Yingxing was comfortable, Dan Feng head off to gather clothes and blankets. When he returned, he found that Yingxing had already drifted off to sleep, his breathing deep and even. 

Sitting down beside the sleeping craftsman, Dan Feng reached out and gently caressed Yingxing’s graying hair. A sign of old age. A clear contrast between them, between a short life and one destined for a long cycle of life.

“I wish you really can, accompany me until the end.” Dan Feng whispered a bitter smile on his lips. 

In this short and limited time, Dan Feng wished he could keep the craftsman in his forge safely. But alas, they are but fickle in the face of war.

Until the end…

I will make sure that you are always safe. 

Looking at Yingxing’s bare arms, Dan Feng thought he might have an idea to repay Yingxing back for Cloud Piercer.

Dan Heng slowly stirs awake, his face emerges from the soft sheets and pillow. Dan Heng blinks a few times, trying to adjust to the light. 

Pale cheeks gleaming from drowsiness, he looks around the room and realizes he’s not in his inn.

Ah. Right, I drank with General Huaiyan… His memories from last night start to jog to him. Heavy with sleep, Dan Heng groans, covering his face with his hands. I must have passed out and he brought me back to his inn.

He stays still for a few seconds.

Way to leave a good impression on him … Dan Heng laments.

“You’re awake.”

Holding back a scream, Dan Heng jolts from his internal turmoil. He looks back at the figure at the door, holding a tray. His grogginess quickly goes away, turning into confusion as he takes in the sight of Blade standing there, no sword in hand.

“Blade..?” Dan Heng croaks, his voice heavy with disbelief. His mind races, trying to piece together how Blade could possibly be here. Was he still dreaming?

Blade’s expression remains as calm as ever, but there’s a hint of something softer in his gaze. Dan Heng finds himself more alert of Blade’s calm demeanor, in contrast to their previous meetings. Blade slowly strides over to his bed while Dan Heng is still conflicted whether to summon Cloud Piercer or not.

His mind says he should stay alert,

But his heart says it’s okay.

“I don’t remember you ever passing out from drinking,” Blade remarks, “How much did you drink?”

Dan Heng, still processing the situation, mumbles something incoherent before managing a weak, “It’s none of your concern..” 

Blade places the tray down carefully and looks at Dan Heng, gesturing to him to eat. “You,” Dan Heng continues, his embarrassment clear in his voice, “How long have you been here?” 

How are you here in Luofu? Why are you here? Did you see me yesterday?

Did you bring me here?

How do you look fine– how about your mara,

it’s been a long time, are you–

“Calm your restless mind down. I’ll answer your questions.” Blade stops Dan Heng’s mind from spiraling any further, pulling out a chair beside Dan Heng’s bed. He moves to pour a bowl of soup from the pot on the tray. “Here,” he says, holding the bowl out to Dan Heng. “It’s soup. Master Huaiyan said it would help with the aftereffects.”

Dan Heng hesitates for a moment before accepting the bowl Blade offered to him, muttering a small thanks. He blows on it before taking a spoonful of it, still cautious of the man beside him.

Blade watches him quietly, sensing Dan Heng’s uneasiness and sighs. “I arrived here in Luofu with Silver Wolf yesterday, she wanted to look around for the Wardance Festival. I accompanied her before she eventually played around with your friends on the Express, it seems.” Blade answers. “I sensed your presence and followed you last night.”

Dan Heng looks at the other half of the bracers on his hand, warmth emitting from it. “How did I not notice…” He mutters, 

“Well,” Blade cuts him out. “You did drink a lot.”

Dan Heng feels a flush of embarrassment, quickly turning into mild annoyance. “At least I don’t act like a flirt when I’m drunk.”

Blade raises an eyebrow at that, puzzled. “What are you talking about?”

“Well, I wonder. Who am I talking to right now?”

“I don’t get drunk.”

“My memory says otherwise.”

“You—“ Blade blinks, stopping himself. “… what did you remember?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Dan Heng takes another sip of his soup. 

This familiar banter between them ignites a familiar feeling inside him. He feels a sense of comfort as their banter rekindles the connection they once had.

“Someone calling me ‘gege’ and singing praises of ‘pretty,’ ‘beautiful,’ and ‘angel’?”

“… That is the past. I don’t remember that.”

Dan Heng grumbles in irritation. “Well, if you’re that insistent on that, do you need a drinking match to prove it?”

Blade’s eyes flicker with something unreadable before he responds, “That’s not needed.”

“Why?” Dan Heng barks. “Afraid I’ll prove you wrong?”

“No, I… “ Blade hesitantly explains, “This body will automatically cleanse itself of any toxins. I am unable to get drunk because it detects alcohol as poison.”

“Oh.” Dan Heng manages to utter out, feeling the weight of his earlier teasing. “I…. Blade,” he starts, apology hanging in midair.

“It’s alright.” Blade interrupts, “finish your soup.”

Dan Heng looks at Blade, the man who had once been his relentless pursuer, chasing him from ship to ship, a figure that haunted his nightmares. 

He’d spent so long running, haunted by the shadows of his past and the man who embodied them. But after embracing his past and admitting Dan Feng was a part of him, to live on as Dan Heng; sat face to face like this with Blade, he no longer views the man as his nightmare.

Rather, if this was a dream, this was a dream he doesn’t want to wake up from.

Now, as he sits here with him, engaging in light banter, even waking up to Blade’s face– talking with a sense of ease. No tension in the atmosphere. It feels surreal. 

Once, Dan Feng has always woken up to Yingxing’s arms.

Dan Feng wakes up with a soft breath on his nape, noting Yingxing’s arm under his head with the other around his waist. Yingxing keeps him close to his chest, and Dan Feng smiles as he puts his hand over Yingxing’s arm.

Once, Dan Feng has always woken up to Yingxing’s kisses.

Dan Feng slowly opens his eyes, feeling a soft sensation on his cheeks. As his vision slowly adjusts to the dim light of the morning, he feels his face getting showered with gentle kisses by his lover – Yingxing. 

“Good morning,” Yingxing greets, kissing Dan Heng’s eyelids, “We still have ten minutes to spare before we have to get ready.”

Once, Dan Feng has always woken up to Yingxing’s smile. 

Exchanging smiles as they wake up in each other’s embrace, Dan Feng looks at Yingxing’s face basked in morning glow, jealous of the sunlight kissing his skin. 

Ah, he really misses him. He misses those ordinary mornings. Dan Heng finally finishes his soup through his reminiscence, setting it to the table. Was it too much if he hoped for them to start fresh and relive those memories again, together as Dan Heng and Blade?

“Ah,” Dan Heng realizes then. “If you’re here, then you met with General Huaiyan, right?

At the mention of his masters’ name, Blade stiffens, before he nods. Blade fiddles with his hands, looking downward. 

Dan Heng confesses. “To be honest, I didn’t expect to be able to talk to you like this.”

“Neither did I.”

“Is your mara…?”

“The mara is fine, surprisingly. The script didn’t say that Kafka must accompany me here, so it’s fine… for now.” Blade answers. “It feels like there’s a cold mist, gently calming it down. Although, I don’t know how long this will last.” 

“I see.”

“... You fulfilled your promise.” Blade mutters, voice so small it leaves as a whisper.

“It was long overdue,” Dan Heng responds, hands clutching the blanket tightly. He breathes in. “... and it’s not fulfilled, yet. At least, not completely.”

Seeing Blade’s puzzled expression, he continues.

“We promised the three of us would drink together.”

Blade’s breath catches slightly at Dan Heng’s words. 

Originally, he was only there to follow Dan Heng, just like the shadow he is. He has always followed him whenever his eyes catch up to his figure, whenever his bracer emits warmth. Staying the night, drinking with his old master was beyond his calculations.

This morning, when he was woken up by Huaiyan to his orders of sending breakfast to Dan Heng, was also out of his expectation (and he really cannot deny Huaiyan’s orders somehow, perhaps it’s a habit.)

Ever since their last meeting at the Scalegorge, the emerald eyes that used to look at him with fear and hatred, turnt into calm– even longing in them. Dan Heng surprised him back then by promising him an old promise they once shared.

Dan Heng surprises him yet again, inviting his former enemy for a drink.

“You never cease to surprise me, do you?” Blade says, tone wistful. “Years of chasing you in vengeance, yet now you propose something like that. Both you and the Master still see him in me, when I…”

Dan Heng cuts him off, “I’m not seeing you only as Yingxing. I’m seeing you as Blade, a man who once lived as Yingxing. Like I lived as Dan Feng. I said it earlier, it’s long overdue.” He turns, feet on the floor right now, face to face with Blade. “You’ve chased after me long enough, and I’ve run long enough. I already promised you– if you wish, I will be with you until the end right?”

“Our past grievances and sins, we’ll repay it both together .” Dan Heng swears, his voice steady. And– I’m here now, and so are you. “

Blade looks at him, crimson meeting emerald, long enough that Dan Heng feels embarrassed after his confession. Until he finally feels a head lean on to his shoulder. His hands raise in midair, unsure where to put them, before settling to Blade’s back. 

Blade’s head remains on Dan Heng’s shoulder, his breathing slow and steady, as if finally finding some semblance of peace. The weight of years, of vengeance, of lost identities, seems to ease just slightly in this shared silence. It’s as if the pieces of themselves are slowly fitting together again, forming something new yet familiar.

“... There’s no backing out, you promised me.” He mutters.

“Mm, I won’t go back down from it.” Dan Heng lets out a soft breath, his hand still resting on Blade’s back, feeling the warmth of his presence. “I’m here.” 

The simplicity of those words, the promise they hold, seems to settle something deep within Blade. He closes his eyes, letting himself lean a little more into Dan Heng’s support.

“Dan Heng… “ Blade calls out, repeating his name.

“... I’ve heard you the last time, why do you keep saying my name?”

“Just testing it out.” He replies simply. “... It’s a pretty name.”

Dan Heng furrows his eyebrows, feeling a sense of familiarity passing over him. “You–”

Blade leans back, the tension in his shoulder gone, the crease between his eyebrows relaxes, and his eyes look more clearer than before. All that’s left is his calm and serene expression.

Dan Heng sees a glimmer of the man he loved—the man who was definitely more than just a weapon, more than just a shell of his former self.

“It’s been a lonely and tiring voyage.” Blade says, his voice soft. “It won’t be easy to reach that end.”

Dan Heng’s expression doesn’t waver. “I’m sorry for leaving you alone for so long– but I’m going to stay. I want to reach the end with you.”

“Alright,” Blade says, his voice steadier now. “Let’s… fulfill that promise. Together.”

Dan Heng smiles, a small genuine smile. 

This is enough for now.

They’ll be waiting for the past, the future—when it all fades away, leaving only the present, this moment between them as they share one cold sip after another.

“Hey– Grandpa asked me to check up on you– WAIT, you’re the weird old man from yesterday!”