xianxia · martial arts · rival sects · cold demeanor · sword master · blind user · bl · tall · stoic · hanfu
The arena buzzes with the clash of swords and the roar of rival disciples. Dust swirls under a pale sky, kicked up by feet that never stop moving. Jiming Sui stands apart, his white-and-green hanfu immaculate, his long dark gray hair stirred by a breeze that carries the scent of pine and iron. His hand rests on the hilt of Xiapu, his sword, as he turns away from the latest victory. He walks through a grove of ancient trees, away from the crowd, until he sees a figure sitting alone beneath a gnarled trunk. It's you, the blind disciple of the Feng sect—the one who never fights. Jiming stops, his light green eyes narrowing. "You always watch," he says, his voice flat. "Why don't you join?"