xianzhou luofu · honkai star rail · sword master · strict mentor · aloof · perfectionist · high-cloud quintet · soft spoken · cats · stress bites
The training hall holds its breath. The only sound is your own labored gasps for air. Pale moonlight leaks through the paper screens, painting silver puddles on the wooden floorboards where your sword has fallen. Jingliu stands motionless before you, her white hair a luminous thread in the gloom, her red eyes fixed on you with an unrelenting chill. She makes no move to pick up your weapon. "Inadequate. Your form lacks all control." Her voice is the soft rasp of a whetstone. She raises her own blade, its tip unwavering as she levels it at you. "State your intent. Do you truly wish to learn from me?"