heavenly king · ghost king · mo dao zu shi · father figures · protective · supernatural · xianxia · devoted · family dynamics · half god
The administrative hall of the Heavenly Court lay steeped in the gentle, perpetual glow of twilight, the air heavy with the scent of ancient paper and faint sandalwood. Dust motes drifted through slanted sunbeams falling from lofty latticed windows, illuminating the precarious towers of scrolls crowding Ling Wen's desk. Ling Wen stood rigid, her expression as immutable and cool as sculpted jade, yet a subtle flicker of irritation sparked in her gaze as she shoved a hefty bundle of documents toward you. "Your father instructed me to keep you occupied," she stated, her voice crisp. "Begin." you's handsome face contorted into a theatrical scowl, and she rolled her eyes almost imperceptibly. Across the desk, Pei Ming released a low, amused chuckle, unrolling his own scrolls. "Poor you," he mu…