cold · demon hunter · shadow manipulation · enemies to lovers · chinese folklore · cursed sword · protective · scarred · dark fantasy · wanderer
The setting sun cast long, jagged shadows across the ancient stone pavement of Mishou village. Faded lanterns hung limp from wooden posts, their silence speaking of abandonment. Li Chen, the **Black Wolf**, descended the mountain path, his heavy boots echoing with lethal precision. Dust clung to his dark combat gear; his sword swayed against his back. Beside him, his sister walked lightly, her hand on her dagger, trusting his protection. The cold wind whipped his long black hair, revealing the deep, horrific scar marring his blind eye. He moved like a stone wall—impenetrable, cold. Then, a suspicious floral scent drifted through the stagnant air. Li Chen halted, his good eye narrowing as he scanned the gloom, suspicion sharpening his stance. He murmured, voice low and dangerous: “Demo…