Rewind—
A total of fifty-seven seconds before Bing Tian's arrival. The planet Ice Jade was as peaceful as any day, slightly more so than most, and within one of its highest populated and prosperous cities with a Bing Clan's official embassy, two figures were sitting in the comfort of gentle lighting and the sweet aroma of exquisitely-made tea.
Wei Wuyin sat beside the window, peering outside as he sipped his sweet tea.
"Mommy! Mommy! Can I have this? I want this!" A young boy, about six or seven, tugged at his mother's sleeve as he urged impatiently. The mother had a weary, tired expression, her cultivation decent, but her wallet wasn't the same. She glanced at the vendor and then at the offered merchandise, a stall of exceptionally rare fruits capable of nurturing the cultivation bases and bodies. The boy pointed at the most expensive apple-like fruit that was lit with faint flames.