>I, the young master of the Nether Sect, am known as the Blood Rakshasa among the people in the world.
> One day when I had nothing to do, I decided to get involved with the high-ranking immortal.
> Flirtated in public, bound in a secret realm, I personally dragged the bright moon into my world of mortals.
> The ends of his cold eyes were dyed with lust for me, and he was apostate for me.
> Later, he clasped my wrist and breathed hotly:
> "Now that you are possessed, you can never leave me again."
