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Years ago...the laughter of five people filled the air at the Scalegorge Waterscape. They were drinking and having fun, unaware of what the future held for them.
The white-haired future general...the one who would witness all their downfall."General Teng Xiao is waiting for me. Please excuse my short stay I'll make it up to you next time." he said and left.
The white-haired warrior woman with blue tips, watching her student—who would "kill" her in the future—depart, said, "I should go too. I want to try the sword Yingxing made for me." She left with a sense of happiness, unaware of what the future held for the man she now felt grateful for.
The remaining three watched her go.
The lilac-haired fox woman, whose death would bring destruction to everything in the future,
giggled to herself, "Although I enjoyed spending time with you, I'll leave you lovebirds alone," she said, giving a meaningful look before leaving. She ran after Jingliu.
The two left alone looked at each other and laughed heartily at Baiheng's words. The white-haired old man puts his arm around the shoulder of the black-haired Vidyadhara and pulls him closer.
He extends the drink in his other hand to clink glasses with the man who will one day transform him into an immortal and cursed being. The High-Elder, who will one day break the rules and destroy this peace, clinks cup with the man he is married to. "How many glasses is this? Aren't you exaggerating?" The blacksmith, who finishes the drink in one gulp, shrugs his shoulders and says, "Ah, it's nothing. I can handle it." As he says this, he rests his head on his husband's shoulders.
He gazes at the endless sea before him. "I truly value the friendship of our group. Thanks to you all... I've found a purpose for myself. I wish, oh I wish, I wish I could live longer." he says melancholically.
The proud Vidyadhara's eyes widen slightly in surprise, and he turns his gaze to the arrogant man resting on his shoulder. Unreadable emotions pass through his eyes. Then he wraps his arm around the waist of the man he loves. He puts down the drink glass in his other hand, his hand falling to his leg. He squeezes the fabric of his garment until his knuckles turn white, but doesn't comment on what the man said. The blacksmith who is drunk, doesn't notice. He turns his alcohol-stained eyes to his beloved's. "I love you and I will always love you, never forget that." Although drunkenness has ruined all his sentences, this was the only coherent sentence he'd uttered in the last two hours. High-elder, ceasing to squeeze the fabric of his garment, takes the blacksmith's chin and turns his face towards his. Then he rests his forehead against his beloved's. "I promise you, when all this is over, I will leave my High-elder position and make sure we live happily ever after together."
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Dan Heng wakes up sweating, a reflection of another memory from his old life.