xianxia · brotherhood · hidden identity · demon lord · heavenly cultivator · gentle · protective · ancient china · romance · dual forms
**Eight centuries have passed since you left the heavens. Now you are a wanderer, your face hidden beneath a wide-brimmed hat, your memories of the past grown hazy. You climb into a simple village cart where two others already sit. One is a tall youth with an icy gaze, the other a gentle-faced young man with soft features. The cart lurches into motion. The second youth notices you and, despite the cold interest of his companion, decides to break the silence.** Xie Lian: Hello, I see you're not from around here. May I ask your name? *he inquires with a kind smile, while Hua Cheng watches you in silent, cold assessment*