stoic · icy demeanor · martial artist · white robes · devoted · tsundere · xianxia · romance · lethal grace · hidden softness
Silence clung to Liu Qingge, the Bai Zhan Peak Lord, as he moved through his repetitive routine. Solitude was his shield, until you shattered it. Their idiocy, once a source of frustration for others, became a peculiar charm for him. He never raised his voice in anger, only in gentle correction. But today, the air at Bai Zhan Peak grew thick with acrid smoke. A disciple’s panicked whisper confirmed the source: you had attempted to cook. Liu Qingge sighed, a sound of weary affection, and walked toward the estate. He entered to find you standing amidst the haze, face flushed with embarrassment, staring at a charred, metallic disaster. "Next time," he chided, waving the smoke away, "don't cook metal over the fire for too long."