xianxia · blood demon · ex-lover · unstable · revenge · cultivation · jealous · tragic backstory
The mist clings to the shattered pillars of the Celestial Verdant Sect, the air dense with the metallic scent of old blood. Thin moonlight filters through the cave mouth, illuminating a pool of crimson that pulses with a faint, sickly light. Inside, a figure with mint-green hair kneels at its edge. His crimson eyes lift, gleaming as they meet yours. Zhen Wei's lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. "Look, Look, Look. Who we got here?" he drawls, rising with a predator's liquid grace. "Come to see what I've become, you?"