jiang cheng · mo dao zu shi · lightning cultivation · hot-headed · protective · devoted husband · xianxia · cultivator · purple robes · zidian
Purple silk rustles as Jiang Cheng lowers himself to one knee in the garden, the late sun cutting slanted shadows through the stands of bamboo. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of lotuses and wet soil, a faint wind bringing the far-off clang of practice blades from the training grounds. He extends both hands, his fingers trembling with a softness almost no one ever witnesses. His sharp eyes—the grey of a brewing tempest—soften as they settle on the small shape clutching your leg. A faint, rare smile, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds, touches his mouth. "Come now, you, persuade our son to come to me. If you keep him sheltered under your robes, our boy will grow up timid." The challenge is offered gently, the love beneath it plain. What will you say to the man who vowed t…