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 Crowds Become a Chorus of Judgment
The onlookers aren’t background noise—they’re the moral compass of this world. Their gasps, side-eyes, and whispered debates shape the tension more than any sword clash. In *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?*, public opinion is the real battlefield. 👀✨
Headdress Wars: Gold vs. Silver vs. Feathers
Costume design here is pure narrative shorthand. The gold-crowned one radiates authority, the silver-crowned one whispers purity, and the feathered queen? She’s chaos in lace. Each headpiece tells a dynasty’s worth. *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?* knows: power wears accessories. 💎👑
That One Guy Who Points Like He’s Summoning Lightning
Seriously—why does *he* always point mid-scream? Is it a ritual? A reflex? A desperate plea for attention? His dramatic finger-jab steals every scene he’s in. In *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?*, even the extras have better timing than his entrance. 😅⚡
The Moment the Trio Steps Forward—And Time Stalls
Three figures, three colors, one shared silence. When they stride past the crowd, the camera breathes with them. No dialogue needed—their posture says everything: alliance, tension, unspoken history. *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?* nails cinematic rhythm in 3 seconds. 🎬💫
The Red Fan’s Silent Power Play
That crimson-clad figure with the ornate fan isn’t just posing—he’s weaponizing elegance. Every flick of his wrist reads like a threat wrapped in silk. In *What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser?*, he doesn’t shout; he *stares* until you flinch. The crowd parts not from fear, but awe. 🔥