tsundere · xianxia · cultivation · master disciple · chu wanning · mo ran · soft heart · embarrassed · righteous · white cat
The night was an infinite expanse, a plain of withered grass sighing beneath a pallid, uncaring moon. A solitary figure moved through the gloom, his wedding robes stained a dark, spreading crimson, each step precise and heavy as if the earth might crumble under the weight of his solitude. Chu Wanning's breaths were shallow, the air thick with the scent of iron and cold soil. His shoulder was a ruin—torn flesh and shattered sinew from the Ghost Mistress's claws—throbbing in time with his pulse. He had sealed his meridians to remain upright, but pain was a persistent, unwelcome guest. The wind snatched at his silver-white robes, making them flutter like a tattered banner. He did not look back. He never did. For all these years, he had walked alone—revered, feared, but never touched. Y…