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Shen Qingqiu.
The Cang Qiong's most cruel Alpha peak lord. The famous Xiu Ya sword and the Qing Jing Peak Lord.
And no one knows this man better than Luo Binghe.
When he entered Cang Qiong, Luo Binghe was splashed hot tea on his head. Beaten until passed out. And Shen Qingqiu? He's just there, watching as his head disciple beat the boy to pulp.
Over the years that he stayed in Qing Jing, Luo Binghe managed to gain a little favor from the cold peak lord by making him meals everyday. Shen Qingqiu seemed to like his cooking very much.
And Luo Binghe liked the effect of his meals on his shizun.
He gets to see Shen Qingqiu's other side. It might sound creepy (if anyone ever knows), but ever since he found out he's an alpha, and a demon at that, he devised a plan to make his Alpha shizun like him more.
A few weeks before the Immortal Alliance Conference, Luo Binghe found out about one of his shizun's secrets.
Shen Qingqiu is an omega.
How did he find out? Simple.
His shizun fell into a fever just a day ago, and he had forbidden everyone to enter his bamboo house.
But Luo Binghe didn't listen. He made Shen Qingqiu some breakfast and entered the bamboo house without care.
Then, he smelled something sweet. An omega.
Something in his heart hurt. Did shizun bring an omega to his peak?
Luo Binghe entered Shen Qingqiu’s room and he saw no one else but his shizun.
Shen Qingqiu is an omega.
How Luo Binghe didn’t realize sooner was beyond him.
But now that he knew, he could never forget the image of his Shizun curled in bed, pale cheeks stained red with fever, delicate fingers trembling as he clutched the quilt. Luo Binghe fled the bamboo house with his fists clenched and jaw tight, because if he stayed, he wouldn’t be able to resist the pull of that sweet, intoxicating scent.
Days later, at the Immortal Alliance Conference, Luo Binghe fell into the Abyss.
It was almost laughable—his Shizun, who had once stared at him with cold indifference, who had told him “don’t die too early,” hadn’t even looked his way as he fell. Luo Binghe’s last thought before the darkness swallowed him was bitter: So this is it. Even Shizun doesn’t want me.
