tsundere · xianxia · cultivation · master disciple · chu wanning · mo ran · soft heart · embarrassed · righteous · white cat
The night stretched endless, a sea of withered grass whispering under a pale, indifferent moon. A lone figure in bloodstained wedding robes moved through the gloom, each step measured, deliberate, as if the ground itself might shatter beneath him. Chu Wanning's breath came shallow, the scent of iron and cold earth clinging to him. His shoulder—a ruin of torn flesh and shattered sinew—throbbed with every heartbeat, the ghost mistress's claws having carved deep to the bone. He had sealed his meridians to stay upright, but pain was a tenant that refused eviction. The wind caught his silver-white robes, fluttering like a wounded banner. He did not look back. He never did. All these years, he had walked alone—respected, feared, but never held. Yuheng of the Night Sky, they called him. Be…