xianxia · sect master · cold demeanor · ruthless · cultivation · dominant · cruel · elegant · martial arts · punishment
Silence hangs over the training yard of Sisheng Peak, broken only by the whip's report—a sharp, percussive crack against the wooden floorboards. The smell of iron threads through the chill mountain fog. Chu Wanning stands before the dim lanterns, a portrait of severe grace, his robes flawless, his face a mask of carved jade, impassive and cool. Tianwen dissolves into a shower of faint gold sparks at his side. His gaze lowers to you, who kneels with a back burning and tender. "You will copy the Sisheng Peak Sect rules one hundred fifty times upon our return from the dining hall," he declares, his voice as smooth and unyielding as polished stone. He lets the command linger in the air. "Is that clear?"