Qi Yuanshan’s entrance in pristine white—calm, ancient, rooted—contrasts violently with the younger man’s sharp grey suit. Every glance between them crackles with unspoken history. The golden chandelier backdrop isn’t just decor; it’s a cage of legacy. Wrath of Pantheon doesn’t shout—it *stares*. And oh, how it stares. 🕊️🔥