Fated by the Storm

The Lord Emperor was delicate and handsome, beautiful as a woman. He was not especially tall or broad-shouldered, just of average build for a man. Perhaps because he was so slender, he seemed quite tall. To strangers, he had eyes clear as autumn waters and a refined beauty touched with icy elegance. He was a man of unparalleled grace and beauty. And yet... if someone who had thought him a peerless beauty moments earlier learned that he was the Lord Emperor, their reaction was always the same: they either dropped to their knees or ran for their lives. Everyone in the martial world knew that the White Emperor never took a single step beyond Gu Yue City. The moment he entered the martial world, it meant someone would die beneath his famous sword, Can Yan. The White Emperor could be called Gu Yue City's emissary, but all this emissary brought was terror and death. “...That's not the issue, is it? Still... Lord Emperor, your memory really is remarkably good...” “Perhaps that's because... I've said so very little...” One night, on some day in some year, in an inn in a certain small town, one man asked another in all seriousness, and the other man answered just as seriously. Who can a person with few friends talk to? Is cold silence really this man's nature? In the darkness, two sighs sounded. They began and ended at the same time, so it seemed as if only one person had sighed... and that was all... The Lord Emperor cared about nothing. To him, life was just a game. There was only one person and one secret he wanted to protect. The person, magnificent and handsome as a god or demon, bore a deep crimson butterfly mark upon his back. A fateful encounter brought them together. Perhaps it would not be until the day only one person was left to depart that they would suddenly realize that a martial world without each other would become terribly, terribly lonely. Theme: