When Jiang Zhaoxue woke up, she began packing things for the trip to Jiuyou Realm.

Li Xiuji didn’t respond last night. Waiting to use the invitation to go to Jiuyou Realm probably had no hope. Jiang Zhaoxue decided to be self-sufficient—she would set out for Jiuyou Realm herself and find a way to sneak into the Demon Palace.

Almost no one had been to Jiuyou Realm in the past, but with Ye Tianjiao on hand to lead the way, it shouldn’t be difficult.

After Die Lan and Die Qing finished packing, Jiang Zhaoxue took Qingye to find Ye Tianjiao.

Early in the morning, Ye Tianjiao sat by some grass. He wore his own casual yellow talisman-drawing dharma robes, surrounded by a group of twelve or thirteen-year-old children. He was pulling a small boy’s hand, looking at his palm lines and saying, “Your brain isn’t very good. Reading has no future for you. Go back and have your mother switch your career path—become a cook…”

“Ye Chen.”

Jiang Zhaoxue called him from afar. Hearing her voice, Ye Tianjiao looked up and quickly stood, with some guilt saying, “Sister… Master!”

Remembering Jiang Zhaoxue’s instructions, to adapt to his identity as quickly as possible, Ye Tianjiao was very immersed in his role.

Jiang Zhaoxue watched him run over and said with disgust, “Hurry up and pack. Prepare to depart.”

“Depart?”

Ye Tianjiao was bewildered. “Depart for where?”

“Jiuyou Realm.”

Jiang Zhaoxue immediately said, “Didn’t I tell you? Li Xiuji ignored me. We have no chance. Let’s go.”

“Wait a bit longer,” Ye Tianjiao immediately said. “We really don’t need to go through this trouble. If Jiuyou Realm really rejects you, just say you’re going for a marriage alliance. I guarantee he’ll definitely respond.”

“Oh, stop talking nonsense,” Qingye beside them couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted. “Xuanming Emperor has lived for over a thousand years as a realm lord. Even if our Lady is beautiful, Xuanming Emperor has never seen her. Saying such things is simply self-humiliating.”

“Hey,” Ye Tianjiao knew Qingye didn’t know about their past and waved his hand. “I can’t explain it clearly to you, but Sister… Master knows clearly. It will definitely work.”

“Impossible.” Qingye raised her hand, saying seriously, “And what if it actually works? What about Little Pei Daojun? If we later tell Xuanming Emperor we deceived him, will he spare us?”

“It’s not…”

“Lady.”

As they spoke, Die Qing’s voice rang out. He walked quickly over and handed a formal invitation to Jiang Zhaoxue, his expression grave. “We sent a message to Jiuyou Realm last night. Today Jiuyou Realm has sent this invitation, requesting Lady to go to Fenggu Island at Cangming Sea three days hence. At that time, Xuanming Emperor will personally welcome Lady into Jiuyou Realm to discuss peace negotiations.”

At these words, everyone’s expressions turned solemn. Only Ye Tianjiao became happy, clapping his hands. “See, I told you! I knew Li Xiuji would definitely agree to see her!”

Ye Tianjiao was exceptionally delighted, but everyone else frowned.

Die Lan thought for a moment and said softly, “Lady, may we speak in private?”

“What’s there to be private about?” Ye Tianjiao came forward happily. “Master, let’s set out immediately. Just take me—that’s enough!”

“Lady?”

Die Lan looked up. Jiang Zhaoxue knew he had something to say and told Ye Tianjiao, “You go pack first.”

“Alright.”

Ye Tianjiao immediately turned back to pack in his room.

After he left, Jiang Zhaoxue raised her hand to create a barrier. Die Qing immediately stepped forward, saying seriously, “Lady, this matter is improper.”

“Indeed,” Die Lan said gravely. “Lady, this subordinate has something that must be said. This Daoist Ye seems simple, but he’s single-mindedly trying every method to get Lady to go alone to Jiuyou Realm. I fear he has ulterior motives. Think about it—he’s a half-step Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, also Jiuyou Realm’s Right Emissary, yet he could be hunted all the way without a single close confidant. What has he been doing in Jiuyou Realm these thousand years? Surely he hasn’t really just been playing around every day?”

These words stumped Jiang Zhaoxue. If it were someone else, she would think it impossible, but thinking of Ye Tianjiao, it wasn’t out of the question.

But she also knew she couldn’t view the current Ye Tianjiao with eyes from over a thousand years ago. She needed to be more vigilant. She could only ask back, “But what would he want from me?”

Everyone paused, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Li Xiuji was a realm lord. Although Jiang Zhaoxue was a Ninth Realm Fate Master and Immortal Alliance Leader, compared to Li Xiuji, she was still a junior after all. What did she have that required Jiuyou Realm to send out its Right Emissary to act crazy and foolish, leading her around in circles to deceive her?

With Li Xiuji’s abilities back then—assisted by the Book of Fate, requiring the live sacrifice of ten cultivators above Mahayana Stage to barely seal him—perhaps he could even sneak into Penglai at night and directly carry her off.

“But…” Qingye muttered in a low voice. “It really is very unusual.”

“But I have no choice.” Jiang Zhaoxue’s expression was calm. “This is my only opportunity.”

Hearing this, everyone understood Jiang Zhaoxue’s meaning.

In these three months, Ye Tianjiao was the only one who guaranteed he could resurrect Pei Zichen.

“Besides, my karma with Li Xiuji is unfinished. I should have questioned him long ago. Moreover, Jiuyou Realm and Pei Zichen had continuous connections back then. Zichen just left, and Li Xiuji woke up. Although it’s more likely because of Gujun’s death loosening the seal, it’s too coincidental. Even just to clarify the relationship between Pei Zichen and Jiuyou Realm, I must make this trip.”

Jiang Zhaoxue analyzed gravely, looking up at them. “I’ll go alone on this trip. You needn’t follow. If something happens, it’s my own choice.”

“That won’t do!”

Hearing this, Qingye immediately said, “I must follow you.”

“Lady,” Die Lan and Die Qing spoke simultaneously, looking seriously at Jiang Zhaoxue. “Back then at Lingjian Immortal Pavilion, we didn’t follow Lady, causing Lady to suffer many grievances. We’ve regretted it ever since. Now if Lady wishes to venture into danger, we brothers must accompany you.”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue looked at each of them, finally nodding. “Thank you.”

After everyone discussed and made the decision, Ye Tianjiao packed extremely quickly and was already waiting at the door, saying seriously, “Ready to go?”

“No need to be so hasty,” Jiang Zhaoxue said seriously. “This time I represent the Immortal Alliance. I must notify the Alliance and prepare ceremonial entourage. We cannot lose face for the True Immortal Realm.”

Hearing this, Ye Tianjiao showed a disgusted expression and couldn’t help saying, “Hey, what face does your Immortal Alliance have…”

Everyone’s expressions changed slightly. Ye Tianjiao suddenly remembered whose territory he was on and quickly said, “It’s proper, proper! When meeting those demon cultivators, we must show them some authority. Proper!”

Die Lan and Die Qing went to notify the Immortal Alliance to prepare the ceremonial entourage. Jiang Zhaoxue went to find Jiang Zhaoyue for talismans.

Hearing she was going to Jiuyou Realm, Jiang Zhaoyue knew she had made her decision and didn’t try to dissuade her. He only said softly, “Come get talismans from me before you leave.”

Jiang Zhaoxue nodded. That evening, Dong Huaiyu and Jiang Pingsheng came to see her, stuffing her universe pouch full of magical treasures and medicines. Jiang Pingsheng looked at her seriously. “Your brother and I will escort you to Fenggu Island. We’ll wait there for you. If anything happens, immediately teleport or send a message. Father will definitely come save you.”

“I know.”

Jiang Zhaoxue smiled, consoling them. “Li Xiuji and I have history. Nothing will happen.”

After two days of preparation, Jiang Pingsheng led Penglai’s people to see Jiang Zhaoxue off.

The Immortal Alliance arranged elite disciples from various sects to accompany Jiang Zhaoxue, with the ceremonial entourage waiting in advance at Cangming Sea shore.

When Jiang Zhaoxue arrived, from far away she first saw tiger banners surrounded by white crane patterns fluttering in the wind. Several hundred cultivators stood in two rows, surrounding a massive white jade palanquin. The palanquin was supported by a green lotus platform, pulled by four qilins in front, with soul-capturing bells hanging from four corners, and four sides covered by shark silk embroidered with star constellation maps. Twenty female immortals surrounded the palanquin, holding jade-green ruyi scepters. It looked imposing and emanated immortal energy.

“The Immortal Alliance really is wealthy.”

Qingye couldn’t help sighing. Jiang Zhaoxue glanced at her, only saying, “Penglai is also wealthy. We’re just too lazy to fuss with these superficial things.”

As she spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue went forward. After thanking Feng Minghuan who arranged all this, she departed for Fenggu Island.

She sat alone in the palanquin, with Die Qing, Die Lan, Ye Tianjiao, and Qingye surrounding the four sides. Qingye first went to scout and returned to tell Jiang Zhaoxue, “Jiuyou Realm’s people have already arrived early, but apparently the Demon Lord hasn’t come yet. The ceremonial official who went ahead to verify procedures says Jiuyou Realm doesn’t want our side to see the route to Jiuyou Realm. They require those going to Jiuyou Realm to cover their eyes. They’re asking if you agree.”

“Acceptable.”

She didn’t want to entangle over such trivial matters.

After half a day’s journey, they reached Fenggu Island and saw Jiuyou Realm’s ceremonial entourage on the island from afar.

Back then, Jiuyou Realm annexed Great Wilderness. Great Wilderness’s people either died or had their cultivation completely destroyed and re-cultivated Jiuyou techniques. By rights, Jiuyou Realm’s etiquette should mainly follow Great Wilderness standards. But with one glance, Jiang Zhaoxue discovered Jiuyou Realm’s ceremonial entourage style was surprisingly similar to Lingjian Immortal Pavilion’s.

“Jiuyou Realm’s rules were single-handedly established by Li Xiuji,” Ye Tianjiao saw Jiang Zhaoxue staring below and explained in a low voice. “He’s extremely particular. Cangdu has more rules than even your Penglai. He practically wants to write three thousand precepts and carve them on stone monuments at Cangdu’s entrance.”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue instantly thought of Lingjian Immortal Pavilion.

But Jiuyou Realm and True Immortal Realm were still different.

True Immortal Realm found beauty in simplicity and elegance. Jiuyou Realm honored black and purple. Though the specifications were similar, Jiuyou Realm’s clothing style was obviously a dark mass, with imposing momentum.

Jiang Zhaoxue’s palanquin descended. Then she saw a black-robed woman step forward. She couldn’t see her face clearly. Her voice was hoarse. Standing at the front, she bowed to Jiang Zhaoxue. “This one is Jiuyou Realm’s Zhou Min. On the Demon Lord’s orders, I await here to welcome the Immortal Lord. May the Immortal Lord’s sagely peace endure.”

Hearing “Zhou Min,” Jiang Zhaoxue knew this was one of the Four Demons Ye Tianjiao mentioned.

She acknowledged, then said, “Where is your Demon Lord?”

“The Demon Lord will arrive shortly. But to enter Jiuyou Realm, we must first open the passage between the two realms, then cross Cangming Sea. When opening the passage, we request immortal friends going to Jiuyou Realm to cover their eyes, with us guiding them.”

This had been discussed before. Jiang Zhaoxue replied, “Alright.”

“Then please forgive me, Immortal Lord. Allow this one to step forward and cover your eyes.”

After Zhou Min finished speaking and received Jiang Zhaoxue’s permission, she stepped forward to tie white silk over her eyes.

This white silk had obviously been specially treated. Once it covered her eyes, she truly couldn’t see anything.

After tying it, Zhou Min said respectfully, “Please wait, Immortal Lord. The Demon Lord will come immediately after opening the passage.”

Zhou Min spoke and withdrew. Jiang Zhaoxue sat upright in the palanquin, listening to the sounds of waves and bird calls mixed together, seeming particularly empty and lonely.

She knew the entire Fenggu Island was full of people, yet she heard not a single sound.

Then she heard people kneeling one by one. Those sounds accompanied approaching footsteps, slowly drawing near.

From the moment those sounds began, a pressure spread across the entire Fenggu Island. This nearly divine, terrifying pressure accompanied by this eerie deathly silence made Jiang Zhaoxue’s heart pound uncontrollably.

She didn’t quite know why—perhaps only now truly realizing the risk of this journey. She couldn’t help curling her fingers, instinctively wanting to draw an array.

Until the other party stopped before her.

All sounds ceased. Even the waves seemed driven away. Vaguely, a breeze passed through the curtain, bringing the other’s incense fragrance.

She couldn’t distinguish what scent it was.

If high-ranked cultivators wanted to hide themselves, the five senses would become confused before them. Seeming to see but unable to remember what was seen; seeming to hear but unable to distinguish whose voice; seeming to smell a vague fragrance, seemingly familiar yet unable to recognize…

In this confusion of mixed senses, she felt someone lift the shark silk curtain before her. Cold as ice and snow rushed at her face. The other seemed to reach toward her, his clear, pleasant voice revealing no emotion, only saying, “Immortal Lord, give me your hand.”

Hearing this, she suppressed her heartbeat and reached out her hand, relying on feeling to place it in the other’s palm.

They said he was a spiritual body, yet when touching him, he was no different from an ordinary person.

But perhaps because spiritual bodies were abnormally sensitive, when she touched him, the other obviously trembled. But he quickly steadied, slowly closing his fingers, lightly grasping her hand and guiding her out from the palanquin.

Walking out of the palanquin, by rights there should be sea wind striking, yet she didn’t sense any change. Led only by him, walking on a red carpet, continuing forward.

Though hundreds of people existed simultaneously on the island, she only felt as if heaven and earth contained only the two of them.

This sense of isolation made her extremely alert, while vaguely feeling somewhat familiar. After thinking for a long time, she realized this seemed very similar to the feeling of being guided by that “senior” in the space-time rift back then.

Her heart jumped. She couldn’t help speaking softly, “Demon Lord.”

“Mm.”

“Have we… met before?”

“A thousand years past,” the young man’s voice was faint. “Why dwell on it?”

With that, the young man reminded her in a low voice, “Lift your foot to board the boat.”

“Oh.”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue followed his instruction to lift her foot and step onto the boat plank with his strength. She quickly continued building rapport. “To the Demon Lord it’s a thousand years, but to this one, it was only yesterday’s events. Demon Lord, don’t forget,” Jiang Zhaoxue steeled herself, “my karma with the Demon Lord is unfinished. We still have the fate of one divination stick.”

These words made the other pause. Jiang Zhaoxue clearly felt the other’s aura turn cold.

Jiang Zhaoxue assumed he remembered her sealing him and laughed stiffly, saying awkwardly, “That… is that divination stick I gave you still around?”

“The fate of one divination stick…”

Jiang Zhaoxue heard the other repeat in a low voice. Just as she was about to say something nice, she felt the other’s aura suddenly draw near. He seemed to lean close before her, but she didn’t dare confirm. She only felt her heart pounding as she heard the other softly inquire, “Then how does the Immortal Lord intend to renew our former bond with this seat?”

Jiang Zhaoxue didn’t dare answer. She wanted to retreat but didn’t dare. Making him retreat was even more out of the question.

She vaguely felt as if she were being spied on by some wild beast that might pounce forward at any moment and tear her bones to swallow her whole.

The two remained deadlocked for a long time. Distant calling voices came from afar. Only then did Li Xiuji finally straighten up.

As soon as he withdrew, Jiang Zhaoxue let out a heavy sigh of relief. She withdrew her hand from his with feigned casualness, asking in a low voice, “Demon Lord, have my disciples and attendants arrived?”

Hearing “disciples and attendants,” Jiang Zhaoxue clearly felt the surroundings grow colder. Fortunately, Li Xiuji responded quickly, saying flatly, “They’ve arrived. This boat will carry you across Cangming Sea. I will be in Jiuyou Realm—” As he spoke, the boat rocked. Li Xiuji’s aura completely dissipated, taking away her blindfold as well, leaving only lingering words. “—awaiting the Immortal Lord.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Tianjiao and Qingye’s voices rang out one after another, “Master!”

“Lady!”

The two shouted, rowing their boat over with Die Lan and Die Qing.

Only then did Jiang Zhaoxue discover she stood on a wooden boat. A small green glazed lantern hung at the bow. On the curved upright wooden pole at the lantern’s head stood a crow, tilting its head to look at her.

Around them was a boundless ocean. A blood moon hung high in the sky. Black seawater churned, looking particularly terrifying.

“Ooh, a crow!”

Seeing the crow, A’Nan became excited. “Quick, call it over to play with me!”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue turned to glance at the crow but didn’t bother with it.

She didn’t dare provoke things from Jiuyou Realm. She only stood at the bow. After Ye Tianjiao and the others’ boat approached hers, she immediately asked, “What’s the situation? Where are Jiuyou Realm’s people?”

“Hey,” hearing this, Qingye immediately said, “They blindfolded us and put us on a boat, then ran off!”

“Don’t talk too much first. Board the boat.”

Ye Tianjiao called them first. The four boarded Jiang Zhaoxue’s small boat. As soon as they got on, the small boat automatically headed in one direction.

Qingye’s eyes widened. Just as she was about to speak, Jiang Zhaoxue turned to look at Ye Chen who sat down openly and reminded him, “Chen-er.”

Hearing this, the crow beside them turned its head. Ye Tianjiao hadn’t caught on at all. Jiang Zhaoxue coughed lightly and raised her voice. “Chen-er.”

Ye Tianjiao instantly realized—his current identity was Jiang Zhaoxue’s disciple, Ye Chen.

Every blade of grass and tree in Jiuyou Realm was connected to Li Xiuji. He didn’t dare speak carelessly now. He quickly sat up straight, obediently coming to sit beside Jiang Zhaoxue, saying seriously, “Master!”

“You’ve always been well-traveled and read quite a few books about Jiuyou Realm,” Jiang Zhaoxue first laid groundwork for him before finally getting to the point. “You tell us—what’s the current situation?”

“Oh,” Ye Tianjiao understood Jiang Zhaoxue’s meaning and immediately said, “According to this disciple’s knowledge, Jiuyou Realm’s Cangming Sea is actually the passage between two realms. Only spiritual bodies can directly cross. So the demon cultivators who came to receive people today should all be spiritual bodies. We’re all physical bodies. To cross Cangming Sea, we can only rely on ferrying boats.”

Ye Tianjiao raised his hand to point at the green lantern ahead. “This is a ferrying lantern. It will lead us to Jiuyou Realm. Coming out of Cangming Sea, we’ll directly arrive at Cangdu. However…”

Ye Tianjiao tilted his head, somewhat puzzled. “How can there be living creatures here?”

With that, Ye Tianjiao couldn’t help standing up and moving forward, seeming to want to study where this crow came from. Just as he leaned close, that crow suddenly shot up and fiercely clawed at Ye Tianjiao’s face!

Startled, Ye Tianjiao retreated backward, nearly falling into the sea. Then he flew into a rage, reaching to pull out talismans to fight this crow to the death.

Seeing this, A’Nan was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly flew up to help the crow, pecking at Ye Tianjiao. “Don’t hit my friend!”

“Enough.”

Seeing the entire boat rocking back and forth, Jiang Zhaoxue raised her hand and swept it, capturing the crow into her hand.

The moment the crow was touched by her, it instantly began trembling. Jiang Zhaoxue lowered her eyes to look at it, secretly studying it for a moment, confirming she couldn’t discern good from bad.

If Ye Tianjiao found it suspicious, there must be something unusual. But A’Nan sensed heavenly dao. For it to feel affection for this creature meant this bird should benefit her.

She looked at the crow for a moment. Ultimately, she still felt she couldn’t let it roam free. So she pretended to smile warmly, drew the crow into her embrace, and gently stroked the bird’s body while scolding Ye Tianjiao. “Such a grown person, still arguing with a bird.”

“Master.”

Ye Tianjiao stared indignantly at the crow in her arms, dissatisfied. “You don’t feel sorry for me!”

“How could I not feel sorry for you?” Jiang Zhaoxue knew Ye Tianjiao’s mood and joked, “You’re my little darling. I care for you most.”

Hearing this, Ye Tianjiao was slightly satisfied. Die Qing and Die Lan, who had just boarded, had already begun arranging things. They brought many items. In no time, they arranged this small boat to be exceptionally comfortable. Die Qing peeled lychees for Jiang Zhaoxue at her side. Seeing her holding the crow, he used a silver pick to feed them into her mouth.

Jiang Zhaoxue ate the lychees, stroking the crow in her embrace while observing the surroundings.

This crow seemed extremely timid. From the moment she held it, it kept trembling. Jiang Zhaoxue found it somewhat strange. She unconsciously stroked its tailbone, curiously studying it. “Just now you dared fight with my disciple. How are you so afraid now?”

Hearing this, the crow only looked up at her. For that instant, she actually had the sense of seeing resentment and anger in this bird’s eyes.

Jiang Zhaoxue blinked. “You hate me?”

The crow didn’t speak. It only closed its eyes and buried its head in her embrace.

This gesture was particularly clever. Jiang Zhaoxue couldn’t help laughing. She didn’t argue with a bird and turned to look into the distance.

After traveling for a long time, everyone began to grow scattered in attention.

Jiang Zhaoxue felt somewhat bored and had Die Lan play the zither, Die Qing play the flute, Qingye massage her shoulders, while Ye Tianjiao was responsible for peeling lychees to feed her.

The crow in her arms watched all this coldly. Seeming to have grown accustomed to her touch, it gradually stopped trembling.

The boat traveled for a long time. Everyone gradually grew drowsy.

Jiang Zhaoxue had everyone rest while she meditated and watched the boat. Not knowing how much more time passed, misty fog began to appear around them. Jiang Zhaoxue instinctively felt the fog was wrong and raised her hand to form seals. “Heavenly dao summons—become a universe unto itself.”

With that, a barrier appeared around the small boat. Within the barrier was her domain. Any anomaly was under her control and couldn’t intrude even slightly.

The crow nestled in her embrace coldly raised its eyes.

In the night, her chin’s arc was abnormally clear, looking extremely beautiful. Below her chin, her slender, white neck was unreservedly displayed before him.

He remembered the feeling of touching this neck when he went to Penglai a few days ago. The skin there was even more delicate and tender than the fingers she stroked on his body. As if applying slightly more force would cause bruising, spreading marks like red plum blossoms.

He stared fixedly at that neck, exceptionally pale and slender in the moonlight. Jiang Zhaoxue sensed his gaze and said warmly, “I know you have no ill intent toward me. Why not reveal yourself for a talk?”

The crow made no sound. Jiang Zhaoxue lowered her eyes to look at it, seeming casual as she pressed her finger on its bird neck’s vital point.

The bird body stiffened. Jiang Zhaoxue threateningly stroked its neck, bending down to whisper at its ear, “If you’re not obedient, you won’t be able to escape.”

Hearing this, the crow, with its back to her, tail feathers slightly trembling, said hoarsely, “Let go.”

“You are no ordinary creature. How would this one dare casually release you?”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue held him tighter, burying the entire bird in her embrace, saying seriously, “Jiuyou Realm approaches. If you don’t reveal yourself and explain your purpose, how can this one feel at ease?”

“You can’t win against me,” the crow’s tone carried warning. “Let go.”

“Oh?” Jiang Zhaoxue didn’t believe it. “Then let’s try?”

Hearing this, the crow turned back coldly. Jiang Zhaoxue smiled and reminded him, “Right now, this boat is my domain. Even if Jiuyou Xuanming Emperor were here, he would have to submit to my will.”

“Inside the boat, yes. But there’s one place that isn’t.”

The crow spoke. Jiang Zhaoxue was somewhat puzzled. Just as she was about to inquire, black energy suddenly struck, fiercely drilling into her brow.

Her sea of consciousness!

In that instant, Jiang Zhaoxue almost immediately reacted. But everything was already too late.

Her sea of consciousness was instantly seized. Her consciousness became hazy in an instant. She only vaguely saw someone with wide sleeves and broad robes descending like spreading wings. Moonlight fell on him. He seemed to carry shimmering radiance.

The solitary moon hung high. The sound of seawater came from far to near. She looked up, desperately trying to see his face, but only saw crow feathers spiraling down, just covering her eyes.

A deity descending to the mortal world, glimpsing light to form brilliance.

Her entire person fell uncontrollably. In the final instant before her sea of consciousness was sealed, she looked at the pattern of mountains and rivers flowing on his robe hem. Her entire mind was occupied by only one thought—

Showy.

This man—he was so strong, so handsome, so damn showy!!