The curse was the knot,
The people were the ones who hold it,
The deities were the cause,
And only the love could tear it apart.
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THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Earlier, when Qing Long was the only one who was walking after separating himself from Althea, who was on her way to the palace. He set his tracks along the pathway and halted at one of the stores that had been abandoned for a long time. He turned his head a little to the side and sprinted up at the side of the store, where a poof of air had emerged, and his shape had changed once again.
He turned to his original identity, and his shadow white eyes were glistening at the daylight. He was like a wolf who was starving to nib down on prey that was standing nearby. He looked at his body and checked if it was intact. He headed straight to the prison cell, where Mei had been isolated because of what happened last night.
