I Am the Sealed Demon

“Su Yi, don’t...”

“Su Yi, don’t go...”

Su Yi gasped for breath and jolted awake, his face drenched in sweat.

“That dream again. My head hurts!” Su Yi muttered as he got up and held his forehead. The nightmare had left him soaked in sweat, so he climbed out of bed barefoot and went to shower. The hot water streamed over Su Yi’s sharply defined face, helping him feel more awake. Through the billowing steam, he recalled the woman’s words from the dream. It had been pitch-black, but he could vaguely make out a woman in a white dress. Her voice sounded familiar, yet Su Yi could never remember who she was.

Su Yi was a “young man” of 125 years old. Don’t be surprised: the human masters of the Su family estate all lived exceptionally long lives, though no one knew why. The Su estate stood atop the highest mountain in the city, a magnificent six-story villa with three levels aboveground and three below. From the terrace of Su Yi’s bedroom, he could look down over the entire city of Luxi.