"The state preceptor of Xianle quickly became a sensation across the country, for heavenly plum blossom spirits were of utmost rarity, especially one with such divinity. Yet, no one knew where he came from, much less where his tree stood. All they knew was that his branches hardly ever blossomed, the old worn ties in his hair were always singed and darkened from a fire, and his eyes filled with hatred."

goodnight

SORRY FOR CHEWING NOISES I HAD GUM

BUT LOOK AT MY NEW (FIRST) FIDGET TOYYYY