The sect that I have guarded for hundreds of years said that I was a fake. They all hated me to the bone because of the fake Dragon Vein Goddess and wanted me to die.
When the dragon's veins dimmed and the earth shook, they all regretted it again and cried and begged me to show my noble hand.
I laughed.
When I love and protect them, they abandon me like worn out shoes,
Now that I have long since broken up, how can I miss my old love?
