Through the slightly ajar door, I saw Su Wan pinned to the bed by Lin Xiu, her clothes half-undone, her face displaying an expression of ecstasy he had never seen before. My fiancée, the "white moonlight," taunted me, "You spineless coward who only knows how to chant Buddhist prayers, do you even deserve to marry her..." I crushed my Buddhist prayer beads: the tribulation of love is over, this mortal world is no longer worth staying in! With a smile, I clasped my hands together, and the floor tiles beneath my feet cracked like a spiderweb, the fissures forming a swastika pattern that surrounded my opponent. The next second, golden light burst through the roof—sorry, I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table. Qi Mingyuan stood at the corner of the hotel corridor.