Deep in the night, the round moon hung high, and stars were strewn across the sky.
On Tiandang Peak, within the Twelve Rotations Cave Mansion.
A one-armed youth dressed in black, his entire body swathed in herb-soaked bandages, lay on a sandalwood bed.
His youthful face was deathly pale, his body rigid. His eyes, devoid of any spark, stared listlessly at the ceiling.
"It hurts... It hurts so much..."
"My whole body... it feels like it's been torn to pieces..."
"Old Shi... No, Master, is this life of mine... Ye Chen's life... is it completely over?"
"Master! I cannot accept this! I was so close! Just a hair's breadth away from crushing that petty Lin Xiao! SOB... SOB... SOB..."
The youth struggled to open and close his lips. He who had been arrogant his entire life, now found tears streaming down his face like rain.
"Sigh, Prince Ye. If you knew it would come to this, why did you act so recklessly in the first place?"
