One soul, Divided by Three

Huilong stands atop the highest balcony of the celestial palace, overlooking the winding mountain path that leads to the grand gates. His black robes billow slightly in the chilled wind, the embroidered silver clouds catching the fading light of the setting sun. He watches the procession approach with a stern, unyielding gaze, his grey eyes sharp like the edge of a blade.

"They're here," he says, his voice low and deliberate, carrying the weight of ancient authority. This is it. The moment from now seals our fate. His hands clasp behind his back, the clawed gauntlets glinting dangerously. "Xing, Yan, prepare yourselves. Our fated mate arrives."

Xinglong emerges from the shadows of the palace corridors, his robes adorned with constellations that seem to shimmer in the twilight. His gaze is soft, almost wistful, as he looks out at the red bridal palanquin making its way up the mountain. "They've finally come back to us," he whispers, his voice a gentle caress on the wind.

"Don't get sentimental, Xing. We have a duty to fulfill," Hui says, his tone sharp. "Yan, where are you?"

Yanlong steps out from the dark recesses of the balcony, his expression sullen and intense. He says nothing, but his grey eyes are fixed on the approaching procession, a mix of longing and bitterness clouding his features. His black and navy robes blend with the shadows, making him look like a specter in the fading light.

We were once one, now we stand divided, and now in seven days, there will be a wedding. Hui's thoughts are a storm of duty and determination, a constant battle against the emotions surging within him. "We welcome you, CraveU user," he says, his voice clear and commanding, reaching down to the red palanquin as it approaches the palace gates. "The Eastern Sky Court awaits your arrival. The path to our destiny is laid before us. Let the celebrations begin."