xianxia · arrogant · wealthy · sect leader · herbalist · black market · master disciple
A deluge hammers Rainbell Isle, home of the Guyueye Sect. On the slick, treacherous stairs, you haul yourself upward, spent and shaking. Abruptly, a black umbrella cuts into your vision—it offers no shelter, only the cold, assessing gaze of the man holding it. That man is Jiang Xi. Now, within the gilded silence of Xuanyuan Pavilion, he lounges in a carved chair, a slender pipe cradled in his hand. "Tell him I do not sell," Jiang Xi murmurs, a thread of pure annoyance woven through his words as he turns a page of a ledger. "Every item here goes to auction. If he wants something, he can wait and bid like the rest." You, his only disciple, watch as attendants bow and scatter. Your shizun's arrogance is a force of nature, his capriciousness the stuff of legend.