Five Times Yingxing Knew, One Time He Didn’t

Yingxing– a man who survived through everything, fighting to find himself over and over again, reaching contentment in his life, only to lose it all. Blade was the only thing left after everything, a dead star next to the bright shine he once was.“Is that him, grandpa?” asked Yunli, returning with five berrypheasant skewers in hand. “Yingxing, I mean.” She must’ve noticed that her grandfather was just standing there, unmoving. Whenever Yunli asked Huaiyan who his most skilled disciple was, there could only be one answer. Yingxing, forever and always. Adopted by Huaiyan just like he was, Yunli was enthusiastic to ask questions, and Huaiyan had spared no detail.Huaiyan smiled lovingly. “Yes,” he replied. “To me, he will always be Yingxing.”