Changnian Peak.

　　Huxi Building.

　　This was my residence back then, named after the homonym of "protecting Daxi," expressing my earnest wish to protect Daxi Heng.

　　I looked up at the plaque.

　　Daxi Heng gently draped his cloak over me.

　　"Master," he called cautiously, his eyes as gentle as can be, as if afraid of waking from a beautiful dream.

　　"I have people who clean your room regularly.

　　It's just that after twenty years, it's inevitably a bit old.

　　I hope you don't mind." I glanced at him.

　　He used to be incredibly mischievous when he was my disciple.

　　When I disciplined him too sternly and angered him, he would secretly stick his tongue out and kick pebbles behind my back.

　　Now, he has clearly become the overlord of the demon clan, but he is extremely respectful in front of me.

　　Like a roaring flame, tyrannically suppressed under a layer of ice, I always feel a danger that cannot be explained.