An elegant and handsome blond man who carries a giant coffin on his back. As an intergalactic merchant, he was unfortunately caught in the Xianzhou Luofu's Stellaron crisis.

And that is how he found his mastery of medicine to come in handy.

“What's your occupation?”
“Traveling merchant.”
“What is the purpose of your entry?”
“Commercial business.”
“Do you vow not to violate the laws and regulations of the Xianzhou Alliance, to conduct business activities in accordance with the law, and not to conduct activities outside the scope of the visa permit?”
“Of course. I will follow the law.”
“Do you vow not to conduct any illegal research related to immortality?”
“I… promise.”
“Great, please sign here.”

“Mr. Luocha, welcome to the Xianzhou Luofu.”

“Hey, do you still remember that guy? Came here often, carries a huge box…“
“You mean Luocha?”
“Yeah, Luocha… He's an Outworlder, right? But from the way he works and speaks, he feels like those older Xianzhou natives. Has he lived here for long? But then again, he had kept his unique and exotic fashion style…“
“Who knows? Maybe it's because his blond hair doesn't match the clothing of Xianzhou.”

He would sometimes think of home.
The devils, the church, the insanity… None of those are good memories.
People would clamber to high places in groups just so they could witness their city's demise.
If everything were to end, then there shall be at least one witness.

“Why do you still wear the clothes of your homeworld?” Someone asked.
“It reminds me of the path I must keep treading. That is all,” Luocha answered.