How to break a fujoshi's brain

That is because for the first time he seemed weary like something was weighing heavy on his mind. She stood there motionless watching him as his figure vanished into thin air.

Lord Tiāntǐ entered a state of meditation in the lotus position his face contorting further and further the longer he sat there. He was sifting through the scrolls of future chronicles but no matter how much he scanned through them he couldn't find anything.

Beads of sweat began to drip down his face the longer he searched. Such a task was fine when glimpsing into a small part of the chronicles but this kind of extensive search was daunting. After searching ceaselessly for half an incense stick he came out of this chaotic state his elegance as a celestial lord gone.

A few strands of his hair were stuck on his sweat-covered forehead and his once upright back was now slouched as he breathed heavily.