He has a son named Feng Qi, peerless in this world. He falls into the ways of evil, never to return for ten thousand years. The Feng family's castoff, named Qi, refuses to accept his fate of being swallowed by fish. On a night when a ghostly shadow appears and a jade pendant breaks, he summons mist and stains the sand with blood. The dagger in his hand severs worldly ties once, then cuts away his desires and affections. Yet they cannot all be severed. He has brought this upon himself, and his cultivation is utterly destroyed, beyond words. When the Seven Stars align, his brilliance shines forth, but who could have known that the sorrow of chaos and separation would linger, never fading? Demon, demon, demon. Grind, grind, grind. If this world truly has no place for me, then I will have no place for this world either.
