In the middle of the infinite darkness that ruled for an unknown time, suddenly, a translucent light flooded the small windowless room and the person who was inside the dark, sitting and shaking from head to toe, had to close his eyes or he would get blinded.

Was this the light that came when you died? The light that attracts the shattered souls, sucking them into the light and taking them to the final judgment. Had his time already arrived? Well, it made no difference to him whether he continued to live or died right away. His heart was beating weakly, if the engine of life reached a point where it no longer wanted to work, the end of him would come immediately. His legs trembled with the cold of the icy stone floor and the pain he felt between his legs made the part below of his torso numb, as if the red liquid of life no longer circulated in his veins.

Someone had opened the wooden door that hissed when it was moved. An uncomfortable sound, the eardrums of the seated person almost burst. His ears were ringing as if a swarm of bees flew around his body, he even seemed to feel the bites of those imaginary insects.

"He is in here. Take the chains off his wrists and ankles and take him carefully out of here."

The voice seemed distant like raindrops falling evenly from the cloudy sky, forming a puddle of crystalline water that mixed with the land that had already become mud. The silence that had remained before was broken by the various voices and quick steps that echoed off the stone walls.

All the limbs were tingling; many of them were no longer felt by him, as if they no longer exist. In the bodily parts of which he had not yet lost sensation, he felt that the shadows, which had walked through the door, grabbed him and after a few murmurs the heavy chains fell to the floor.

"Wei LiXuan, we've already removed the chains."

"Very well. Quick, we have to get him out of here as quickly as possible or he'll die!"

Wei LiXuan?

This name was not unknown to him.

Where had he heard it before? Before being arrested here in this mansion or afterwards?

He was not sure, the memories of the past had already dispersed like a fog that was dense before, but with time it broke and everything went white.

How many years had it been since he was placed in this dark room, chained to the stone wall like a criminal?

He didn't know, he had no idea.

He didn't even know when it was the last time he saw the sunrise and sunset that he had previously observed under the great cherry tree that rose at the top of the hill in the sect in which he had previously cultivated, slept and lived with his martial brothers and close friends.

The sense of the passage of time was already completely lost in the wind, it was taken to a distant land and nobody knew where that land was.

The strong hands of the shadows caught him easily. He was as light as a goose feather that could be carried away with the slightest breeze. Despite having always received food, he would not touch it, neither alive nor dead. Of course he wasn't stupid, he knew very well that if he didn't eat he could die, but that was what he wanted to achieve.

Being fed up with life is common because of the constant difficulties, injustices and trials that a person has to overcome in their day-to-day lives. However, not all people know what it is like to live in the terrestrial hell, build up by a person who before was considered as his soul mate, the only person who knew the storm that he was fighting against in himself, the only person who never left his side.

Everything was very confusing. Everything was in great disarray and nothing was clear, everything was very subjective.

Nothing was logical the more he thought.

Could it be that he had wronged him and the thunderous rage built up over time in his heart, until he reached a point that he couldn't take it anymore and let that anger break free from his inside and burst out of his body, like hot and destructive lava?

It was that lava that hit him and took him to this dark room.

With accelerated steps, the shadows went up the stairs and the light got closer and closer. He closed his eyes tightly and felt the sun's rays slowly burn his white skin, which was clinging to his bones, like white sapphire.

It hurt so much.

The pain was so great which he had to endure that he began to flutter frantically.

"Don't worry, you won't die in my hands."

So soft, so welcoming. The voice partly soothed him and the flickering subsided.

This partially unknown man seemed kind and he apparently knew him.

Wei LiXuan ... Wei LiXuan ...

Shit, he had the sense that he knew him too, his mind was so confused that he couldn't think.

His lips parted slightly and he wanted to say something. However, his mouth was dry as a desert. He hadn't drunk water for a long time.

Water ... It was so abundant in the sect in which he had lived. Large and small waterfalls, hot springs, lakes and rivers ...

In the time that he lived in this room, he received water, but he also refused it. Due to his refusal, he was forced by the servants or their master to drink it.

"You may want to die, but I have the power here. I decide if you will die or continue to live."

Those words floated through the confusion in his head. He coughed and the rust taste welled up in his throat. He wanted to throw up everything, despite having nothing in his stomach. Finally, he swallowed the acidic liquid and remained with his eyes closed.

Despite the sun that lit his body and would have warmed him up, the cold remained in his bones.

He felt something soft on his back. The shadows had laid him in a carriage on the cushioned seat and covered his body with a furry blanket.

"When we get back to the QiānShuǐ* sect and you have recovered, I will tell you everything, as you must be very confused at the moment." The voice came from the other side of the seat and gradually he managed to open his eyes, turning his head to the side of the man.

[*Thousand waters]

A tall, elegant figure sat cross-legged in green robes patterned with white lotus flowers at the other seat. The man's worried brown eyes fixed his blue eyes, like blue fire opal, of the young man lying in front of him.

These blue fire opals were once filled with blazing flames of passion and happiness, but now they conveyed nothing. The look was as empty and white as if he was dead. Wei LiXuan didn't know what had happened to him, but it was not very difficult to know what occurred during this past long years.

The lying man coughed again and gradually lost consciousness. The extreme tiredness and pain were unbearable. The blue fire opals closed and a single tear streamed from the corner of his eye.

With effort, he whispered in a low voice, "Mo Jian..."

After that, he sank into the deep darkness that started to surrounding him again like two strong arms of a man, swallowing him, like a swirl in the large ocean, into the deepest corners of his mind.