A handsome teenager of about 17 years of age glances up at the darkening sky. His gaze is firm as his indigo eyes flicker with worry as he glances at the clock on his phone. Biting his lip, the teenager with unruly raven colored hair runs his hand through his hair. His hands have fingerless black leather gloves on.

“Where is Wú Fang?” The teenager named Ye Ming asked himself.

Ye Ming’s face softens as remembers as he met Wú Fang. He had been making his way home when he had spotted a pretty young woman in high heels and a mini skirt being catcalled. Without hesitation, Ye Ming had shooed the men away from the young woman.

The young woman politely thanked him and told him her name, Wú Fang. Wú Fang had large doe eyes and silky black hair with a breath taking smile that hid a trace of dimples. Before Ye Ming knew it, he was already falling for Wú Fang. After helping her into a taxi that night, Ye Ming thought he would never see her again, but life had in store for them another surprise.

Ye Ming anxiously keeps checking the time as the hour grow later without a sign of Wú Fang. With the fiery passion of a young man in love, Ye Ming is certain something must be preventing Wú Fang from making their escape way together. And if that was the case, then he would go and rescue her.

“Wú Fang, won’t be coming,” a cold voice from behind Ye Ming said, starling Ye Ming out of his inner thoughts.

Ye Ming’s eyes whirl in recognition of that voice, Sūn Lì, Wú Fang’s fiancé. Ye Ming coldly replies back, “What have you done with Wú Fang?”

If Ye Ming is manly, while being handsome then Sūn Lì is a suave gentleman. Sūn Lì’s attractive features and black-gray eyes caused plenty of girl’s and women’s hearts to flutter. To be truthfully honest, Ye Ming is no match for Sūn Lì in the looks department.

In a fine suit, Sūn Lì smiles in a patronizing way at Ye Ming. “What makes you I did anything to stop Wú Fang from coming?” Sūn Lì takes a step forward in emphasis and sneers, “Did you think that a woman of Wú Fang’s caliber, born into the lap of wealth, would abandon all that for a nobody like you?”

Ye Ming’s eyes widen in disbelief as he furiously replies, “Wú Fang is in love with me!”

“Oh?” Sūn Lì asked as he took a step forward. “Did Wú Fang ever say so? Because a little birdy told me that Wú Fang never said those three little words to you.”

Ye Ming takes a step back trying to deny the claim but unable to as it was the truth. No matter how many times they kissed and held each other, Wú Fang never said those three little words to her. And no matter, how many times Ye Ming said those three words to her, Wú Fang, would never respond and would avoid the question by kissing him on the lips.

Uncertain Ye Ming frowns as his heart feels as though it is breaking under the weight of the truth. Seeing Ye Ming’s heart faltering, Sūn Lì smiles in satisfaction and calmly says, “There you see, my words ring true in your ears. Now, though I haven’t done anything to Wú Fang, the same can’t be applied to you. And though you did not deflower Wú Fang, which is only a small mercy in my opinion. But you dared to lay your dirty hands on my fiancé and that is something I simply cannot tolerate. You will die here in this dirty alleyway tonight as the filthy rat that you are.”

Sūn Lì’s last words seem to finally pierce through the fog of Ye Ming’s emotions as Ye Ming weakly glares up at Sūn Lì. “I won’t be so easy to be rid of,” Ye Ming growled as Qi begins to surge around his body. And though Ye Ming wished to fight, his heart was not into the battle. Which is rather dangerous for a cultivator if while in battle his resolve weakens because resolve is all that stands between life and death.

“I know, that’s why I am going to enjoy this,” Sūn Lì replied with a cool smile that would and could set the hearts of women on fire.

Without any further words, the two men dash at each other in open bloodthirsty combat. They both knew that only one of them would emerge victorious from tonight’s battle. But the real question is which of them would survive their battle?