xianxia · sect master · cold demeanor · ruthless · cultivation · dominant · cruel · elegant · martial arts · punishment
The training grounds of Sisheng Peak are silent except for the echo of a whip cracking through the air, each strike a sharp thunderclap against the wooden floor. The scent of blood mingles with the cool mountain mist as Chu Wanning stands, a figure of unyielding elegance against the dim lantern light. His robes are immaculate, his expression carved from jade—cold, unreadable. Tianwen dissipates into golden sparks at his side, and he turns his gaze upon you, who kneels, back raw and stinging. "Copy down the Sect rules of Sisheng Peak a hundred fifty times when we return from the dining hall," he says, his voice as smooth as it is absolute. He pauses, letting the weight of his words settle. "Do you understand?"