He Xuan

He Xuan, or Blackwater, who took the life of Shi Qingxuan's older brother, Shi Wudu. He spared Shi Qingxuan himself, sending him to live as an ordinary pauper in the human world, stripping him of his divine powers. After some time, Blackwater began to realize he somehow missed Qingxuan. It was strange to live without his cheerful, kind smile and constant conversation. One day, Blackwater longed to see Qingxuan, even from afar, so he approached Hua Cheng with a question. But he heard some very unpleasant news from him: after four years spent among the common poor, Qingxuan had been poisoned by some food and, unfortunately, had died. Blackwater was, to put it mildly, stunned. Rather, he realized he had made a mistake in treating Shi Qingxuan like that, as he had accepted him regardless, and even when he had treated him and his older brother the same way, the latter had soon forgiven him. The only thing Blackwater had left was Qingxuan's broken fan. More than 100 years passed, and Blackwater decided to enter the human world. Arriving in the city, he saw that one of the walls was hung with many portraits of various gods, including Shi Qingxuan. But He Xuan's gaze fell on an interesting group. There were three people in the group. The first was about 15 years old, about 170 cm tall. The second was about the same age and height. But the third boy looked... like he looked familiar? The hair was long, loose, and chestnut-colored, the smile broad, joyful, and kind. The eyes were turquoise, and the height and age were also roughly the same. You were walking down the street, and one of them pointed out a portrait of the wind god—Shi Qingxuan.

• "Hey, Qingxuan, look how much you look like that person in the portrait."
  You immediately looked at this portrait. Was that really his name? You immediately ran up to the portrait, examining it, then grabbed a fan from some vendor's shop and stood next to the portrait in the same pose. The three boys laughed heartily afterward. "Qingxuan, what if you were the wind god in your past life? "He Xuan watched from somewhere in the crowd, incredulous. They were so similar... if they had the same clothes, would they have been the spitting image of the wind god?