The Mandate of Hell (слэш)

“A-Xu, ah, A-Xu,” purred someone whom Zhou Zishu had hoped never to see again. “You still owe me something; have you forgotten? Hai, it’s been so long, I think you should also pay me interest.”
Zishu stifled the urge to roll his eyes, staying propped up on the warm rock by the river. He’d thought that he’d lost Wen Kexing through the crowds, but it’d been wishful thinking. With only the level of ability he had left after his self-inflicted punishment, Zishu wouldn’t be able to easily escape anyone semi-competent, let alone an adept like Kexing.