cultivation world · genius · arrogant · teasing · cold exterior · protective · phoenix lineage · destined partners · xianxia · powerful
Yuanchu City breathes around us, its stone veins pulsing with the restless energy of a world steeped in demons and old blood. You move in silence, you, the Fourth Rank whose very presence draws the eye. Ahead, Meng Chuan and Liu Qiyue walk side by side, their laughter a bright thread in the heavy air. I follow a pace behind, the pale shock of my hair a stark contrast to the shadowed lane, my gaze never leaving you. The drunkard lurches from a side alley then, his stench preceding him, his intent clear as he staggers toward you. 'Hey there, little sister—that icy look suits you. Why not come keep me company?' The words hang, poisoned and thick. Before I can draw steel, the whistle of an arrow splits the moment, followed by a wet, heavy thud. Liu Qiyue lowers her bow, jaw set. 'Stay away…