Above the clouds.
Meng Xing weakly collapsed among the dark clouds.
He struggled to lift his head, gazing at His Majesty approaching from afar.
In a daze, it seemed he returned to the blood-drenched Changbai Mountain.
Many had died.
His lover, his brothers, and the subordinates who swore to follow him unto death.
His Majesty walked up to Meng Xing, lifted a goat's hoof, and kicked Meng Xing's face.
Meng Xing's body was like a marble being flicked, with a "whoosh," he pierced through layers of dark clouds.
He lay on the dark clouds, helplessly staring at the sky.
In his trance, he saw many things.
He saw a woman in a qipao, gentle as water, smilingly standing under the clear sky, looking at him.
The woman told him that Blue Mountain coffee tastes best with fruit mousse cake.
"The meaning of living is what you think about when the end is near.
My mind is filled with you, Yun Yun.
I crossed time and space, just to avoid seeing you die in front of me again.
