Long Wei flew gently through the cold night air. After destroying all the Vicious Beasts that stained the planet, he decided to leave the cultivators to fend for themselves. He wasn't their guardian or something along those lines, their wants and his simply crossed paths.
The little white-furred kitten still slept in his arms. Feeling its gentle breathing rhythm, paired with the warm breath rustling his pale arms, brought a gentle smile to his lips. One that came from the depths of his heart, something he rarely experienced.
Authenticity was a luxury he had had as the Prince, nestled in a den of crouching tigers and slumbering dragons, he called home. Most of them wanted him dead, and the few that didn't wouldn't mind either way.
