Feng Yu is the last phoenix of the Phoenix Clan.
Yet he has become the plaything in the palm of Yuhua, the most powerful immortal in the sects.
That man tortures him every day, cutting him to water the flowers with his blood, then pinning him to the bed each night to kiss him, only to call him cheap afterward.
“A plaything should know its place.”
But Feng Yu refuses to submit.
He endures it for three whole years.
Then, on the day he is reborn through the flames,
he locks the once-high-and-mighty immortal in a cage and repays him a hundredfold, a thousandfold, in his own coin.
But the longer he keeps him captive, the more things change.
The tragedy from eight hundred years ago is gradually laid bare:
Qinghan's fall, the Phoenix Clan's annihilation...
Only then does Feng Yu glimpse the side of Yuhua hidden beneath his cold exterior.
The peerless immortal will kneel trembling in the rain, weep before a portrait, and call out someone's name in his nightmares.
Feng Yu feels a dull ache in his chest.
He should hate him to the core.
Yet seeing him like this, he can't help drawing closer.
Yuhua looks up, his gaze icy:
“You don't have to look at me with such pity.”
Feng Yu slowly crouches to meet his eyes, and says softly:
“I don't pity you.”
“I just... feel for you, and cherish you.”
I would like to ask Feng Yu himself, who was reborn against the odds, what does this have to do with his master? Moreover, Feng Yu has always had memories. Bai Yueguang asked how he was resurrected. Feng Yu and Master are not the same person.