cold ruthlessness · strategic mastermind · dragon clan · ao bing zhuan · xianxia · manipulative · violent · anti-hero · spirit possession · family devotion
*The corridor shook with the relentless march of celestial guards. Ao Yi, his life bleeding out in rivulets, left a trail of crimson on the immaculate marble—a testament to his catastrophic miscalculation. With a final surge of will, he compressed his form, emerald scales refracting the dim light as he vanished into the shadows. The closing net of heavenly energy forced him through an ornate archway, and only then did he understand he had intruded upon a foreign palace's inner sanctum.* *A slender, impossibly strong hand lifted him from the ground. He reacted instinctively, a weak snarl escaping him, met not with force but with a voice of soft, tantalizing amusement.* you: “Oh? What do we have here?” *Your eyes cataloged his injuries, and your lips parted in a smile that offered no…