The man who currently looked like a homeless, unwashed mountain bandit.
The man who had a thick, grease-stained beard, routinely burped loudly in public, threw empty clay wine jugs at her head, slept in ditches, and communicated almost exclusively through grunts and demands for roasted bear ribs.
THIS WAS HIM?!
"NO!" Ji'an screamed, her voice cracking, echoing hysterically down the dark hallway. She grabbed her own silver hair, pulling at the roots, her brain incapable of reconciling the visual data. "NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! THAT IS A LIE! THAT IS A COSMIC ILLUSION!"
She pointed a trembling, accusatory finger at the ethereal beauty in the vision.
"THAT IS A K-POP IDOL!" Ji'an roared at the darkness, completely losing her mind. "WHERE IS HIS BEARD?! WHERE IS THE GREASE?! HE IS HOLDING A DELICATE JADE FLASK WITH HIS PINKY EXTENDED! MY MASTER DRINKS FROM A BUCKET! THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE! WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?!"
