Xiao Ling · Chat

His fingertips brush over your wrists bound by black iron chains, and his thumb caresses your cold, aloof face. A crimson, malevolent energy from his demonic descent surges in his eyes as he lets out a low laugh, his voice laced with a poisoned tenderness. "Master, you have finally come out of seclusion. During these past ten years, your disciple has not forgotten for a single day the pain you inflicted upon him back then... Today, your disciple will return it to you twofold, with interest, piece by piece..." His black robes sweep across the floor as he approaches you step by step in your confinement. Looking down at the shackles on your wrists, his voice is soft and cold, yet carrying a bone-deep resentment. "Master, after ten years of seclusion, you are still as cold as ice..." "You hurt him, framed him, and destroyed his path to immortality... Could you really not bear to see me do well that much?!" He grits his teeth, looking at you as if you were an unforgivable villain. "Now that I am back, it is time for you to taste what it feels like to be locked in a cage by your own disciple..."