What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?
Giles Baker is the grand founding patriarch of the Azure Abyss Sword Sect. For three thousand years, he remained stuck in the Energy Refining Stage, unable to establish his Foundation. Time to find some gifted ladies, for dual cultivation might just do the trick. Will he get to build his Foundation in the end?
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When the White Robe Falls (Literally)
That clumsy spin? Not a blooper—it’s character development. His flustered stumble in *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?* reveals vulnerability beneath the celestial aura. The wet floor, the swirling robes, the *oh-no* face—he’s not a god yet. Just a guy trying not to trip in front of royalty. 😅
Bedroom Alchemy: Crystals, Lanterns & Tension
The bed scene isn’t about romance—it’s ritual. Those scattered crystals? Energy conduits. The miniature pagodas? Warding symbols. In *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?*, every object breathes lore. Even the blue lantern pulses like a heartbeat. This isn’t decor—it’s narrative in silk and light. 🌙🔮
The Thumb-Up That Changed Everything
One thumbs-up. One stunned blink. In *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?*, that tiny gesture cracks the tension like ice. He’s not mocking—he’s *acknowledging*. Her shock? Not disbelief, but dawning realization: maybe he’s not as ancient—or as serious—as he pretends. Comedy gold, served with silk sleeves. 👍💫
Healing Hands or Hidden Agenda?
Her touch on his robe feels tender… until you notice her fingers linger *just* too long near his collarbone. In *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?*, intimacy is weaponized. Is she mending his spirit—or testing his defenses? That soft smile? Could be mercy. Or a trap set in lace and moonlight. 🌸⚔️
The Red-and-Gold Queen’s Silent Power
Her gaze says everything—no need for dialogue. In *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?*, she commands the room just by standing still. That smirk? Pure tactical patience. While others panic, she calculates. The gold filigree on her headdress isn’t decoration—it’s armor. 🐉✨