My betrothed and I had been in love for a hundred years, our devotion unwavering. I defied the will of Heaven for him and suffered its punishment day after day. He shattered every meridian in his body to save me from danger, and, heartbroken, I took his hand and promised him a rare dragon as his bride price. The major sects all fought desperately to seize the dragon. Just as the battle reached its height, my betrothed's junior sister rashly attacked, enraging the dragon. She was struck by the world's most potent aphrodisiac poison. My betrothed needed to preserve his chastity to cultivate the Crimson Yang Art, yet he chose to offer himself willingly. Watching him kneel resolutely over his junior sister, I lowered my head and gave a bitter smile. Perhaps this was for the best. I would no longer have to disobey my master's orders and suppress my cultivation at the cost of my life, suffering through the mortal world.
