When Qi Yitang and Gu Pan were wed, a young man missed the ceremony, and never returned. What should have been…
When Qi Yitang and Gu Pan were wed, a young man missed the ceremony, and never returned. What should have been a boisterous celebration was instead steeped in an eerie silence. Though the hall was filled with guests, none dared speak; the couple's vivid red attire evoked the color of blood.
They waited through the night, only to receive an absurd verdict. From that day forth, the Qi family's fate became bound to the Northern Vow. Their homeland was conquered, their people humiliated, their kin slaughtered. Those faces twisted with wrath and hatred had long transformed into scorching nightmares and their life's purpose.
To avenge the disciples murdered by the invaders and the Qi family members slain in Youzhou, they bade farewell to their dearest loved ones and chose each other, guarding a tiny kindling of hope together. They once believed that kindling would one day become a wildfire, scorching the earth, purging all their rage and frustration.
But in the end, it amounted to nothing.
Fate was ruthless. The world was cruel. Trust and loyalty were betrayed. They, too, were swept into the whirlpool of treachery. The kindling was about to die out.
Just before it went out, they looked at each other one last time. Their vengeance had failed, yet they would still join the Northern Vow that once ignited that flame, and return to General Wang Qing. They would be the kindling to fuel the flames of wrath, dying a death well-earned, transforming into embers that shall never extinguish.