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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White Robe’s Silent Panic
His robes shimmer like moonlight, but his eyes? Total chaos. Every time the blue energy flared, he blinked like he’d just remembered he left the stove on. That moment he threw his hand up—was that power or pure instinct? Either way, the tension between him and the red-clad lady felt less like romance, more like two swords waiting to clash. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Nah—he’s just *unprepared*. 😅
The White Veil’s Quiet Rebellion
She never shouted. Never lunged. Just stood there, silver crown glinting, while chaos erupted around her. Yet when the blue spirit rose, her expression shifted—not fear, but *recognition*. Like she’d met this entity before… in a past life, maybe? Her stillness was louder than any spell. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? She’s the only one who knows the real ending. 🌙
Blue Smoke God: Plot Twist in a Cloud
One second: dramatic standoff. Next: BAM—smoke monster with glowing eyes and zero chill. It didn’t speak, didn’t roar—it just *hovered*, radiating ancient grudges. The way it pulsed with blue light? Chills. And the fact that it emerged *after* the trio’s emotional climax? Chef’s kiss. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Turns out the loser was the *audience*, thinking we knew the rules. 💫
Hairpins, Hemlines, and Hidden Histories
Let’s talk accessories: red flowers = passion, black feathers = vengeance, silver vines = purity… or deception? Every hairpin told a story older than the canyon walls. Even the belt buckle had runes. This isn’t just costume design—it’s archaeology in motion. When the white-robed one clenched his fist, golden energy crackled *through* the fabric. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? No. Just someone who finally remembered his true name. 🪞
The Red Dress vs The Black Feathers
That red gown with gold embroidery? Pure fire. But the black-feathered one—oh, she’s not just dramatic, she’s *dangerous*. Her gestures scream ‘I’ve seen three millennia of betrayal’. When she raised her hand, I swear the desert wind held its breath. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? More like a queen who forgot she was supposed to lose. 🔥