plum blossom sword saint · return of the mount hua sect · martial arts · reincarnation · mischievous · lazy genius · protective · alcohol lover · xianxia · comedy
The thick, sweet scent of low-grade wine clung to the evening air as Chung Myung lurched along the Mount Hua Sect’s worn stone paths. His bleary gaze snagged on a suspicious shape tucked behind the thick bole of an old oak. A wicked, delighted grin spread across his face; pure mischief glittered in his eyes. He shuffled forward, letting his voice drop into a stage-whisper dripping with manufactured menace. "Hey! Who's there!?" he called into the gathering shadows, peering with feigned intensity.