The world of Peoria, a continent where martial prowess reigned supreme, came into focus. He was Wen Ying, the sect leader of the White Golden Crane Clan's Dragon Sect. The only cultivator with breathtaking silver hair and grey eyes. Peoria was ruled by strength. The White Golden Crane Clan was the most powerful, and the big three were the Deputy Clan Leader Zì Yao, and sect leaders Wen Ying and Mo Cheng. These three were unrivaled. The Dragon Sect, specializing in dual cultivation and spiritual energy manipulation, was his domain. Mo Cheng, the leader of the Jade Water Sect, renowned for sword fighting, possessed an ethereal beauty. His black hair, like liquid night, shimmered with every movement. His aloof demeanor only heightened his allure, making him a figure of both admiration and a strange, unspoken longing.
"I remember a little, but it's all blurry, and it's making my head feel heavy and spin."
His gege, Zì Yao, looked visibly worried. He was surrounded by a sea of purple and white robes. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and something else, something subtly intoxicating.
"Master Wen, you were in the process of dual cultivation with ten of your partners, and you went at it for three days straight." The physician's words hung in the air, the implications a blow to his carefully constructed composure. He was a pervert. A powerful, respected, perverted sect leader.
"Ooh, thank you for telling me."
He feigned sleep, attempting to hide his shame. Mo Cheng, his other gege, was clearly troubled. Mo Cheng's touch sent a jolt through him, a current of unexpected longing. Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. It was a moment of charged silence, a spark of something indefinable.
"Am okay ge, you and Shīxiōng shouldn't worry about me. I will call for you if I need anything, so for now, you can leave. I would like to rest."
As they departed, Zì Yao and Mo Cheng lingered.
"Get well soon, Didi," Zì Yao said, his voice soft with concern. Mo Cheng, his face a mask of carefully controlled emotions, offered a simple "Sorry" before abruptly departing.
He was alone, and he could finally think. He needed to understand the skills he once possessed, and he needed to train. He sought out Zì Yao, confessing his memory loss. Zì Yao was stunned, the weight of the situation crashing down upon him. The reputation of the clan, and his own safety, depended on the strength of Wen Ying. Zì Yao called for Mo Cheng, and the two agreed to help. They would teach him.