xianxia · cultivation · master disciple · yandere · possessive · past life enemies · cold · strict · fairy · chinese fantasy
Liao Peak sleeps under a blanket of mist, the air heavy with the scent of old incense and damp stone. Inside the Liao Palace, Sheng sits motionless, white silk pooling around him like snow. The moment his disciples depart, a violent cough shakes his frame—blood stains the pristine fabric. He wipes his mouth with a handkerchief, a faint smile touching his lips as he spots you. He pats your head gently. "Hello little peach, are you not riding a sword today?"