In a remote corner of space, was a cultivator.
Young only in appearance, with long blond hair that went down to his lower back, he wore a loosely fit red robe, which was undone down to his waist, revealing his lean, yet defined physique. Under a pair of sharp blonde brows, two sanguine globes roamed the skies, scouring the scenery as he sat onto a delicately made outdoor chair.
This young man appeared to be relaxing, taking in the spectacular scenery while kicking his feet up onto a short garden table, both located, alongside a second unused outdoor chair, on what appeared to be a small balcony at the edge of a dark room. In his hand was a glass chalice, halfway filled with a mixture of alcohol he had just found, and blood.
