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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She Walked In Like a Storm, Left Like a Whisper
Her entrance—slow, deliberate, hair adorned with phoenix motifs—was pure cinematic poetry. Yet her eyes held resignation, not rage. When he grabbed her throat, it wasn’t violence; it was desperation masked as control. That moment she closed her eyes? Chills. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? No—she’s the only one who truly won. 🌪️✨
His Smile Was a Weapon, Her Silence a Shield
He leaned in with that smirk—charming, cruel, utterly unhinged. She didn’t flinch. Just stared through him, like he was already ash. The contrast between his flamboyant red velvet and her layered black-gold gown said everything: he performs divinity; she embodies consequence. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Only if immortality means eternal loneliness. 😏🖤
The Floor Reflects Everything—Even Regret
That glossy black floor wasn’t just for aesthetics. Every step echoed, every tear glistened, every embrace warped in its surface—like memory itself, distorted yet undeniable. When she knelt, her reflection split into two versions: the queen she was, and the ghost she’d become. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Maybe. But even losers get final scenes this haunting. 🪞🕯️
He Knew the Script—But She Rewrote the Ending
From the first frame, he played the sovereign—crown tilted, posture regal, voice dripping honeyed threat. Yet when she finally spoke (or didn’t), his composure cracked. That hand-on-cheek pose? Not dominance. Begging. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? Perhaps. But in this world, the real tragedy isn’t losing power—it’s realizing love was never yours to command. 🎭🔥
The Dragon Cauldron’s Glow Hides a Broken Heart
That glowing cauldron isn’t just decor—it’s the emotional core. Every flicker mirrors Bai’s inner turmoil as he confronts the woman he once cherished. The red-and-gold robes scream power, but his trembling hands betray vulnerability. What, A 3,000-Year-Old Loser? More like a god who forgot how to love without possession. 🐉💔