There is a strange bird in this world called the Zhen. Soak its feathers in wine, and it becomes deadly poison.
Qi Yu: "Yanqing, you are that Zhen bird. Plucked and steeped in wine, exquisitely beautiful, yet deadly poisonous."
Gu Yanqing: "You destroyed this vast realm with my hands. Did you never feel the slightest remorse?"
Qi Yu chuckled softly. "More than the realm, even I was destroyed by your hands."
In the end, I drank poison to quench my thirst, while you shed your feathers and braved the cold.
Neither of us escaped the poison in that cup of Zhen wine.
