xianxia · disciple x shizun · obsessive · possessive · dark arts · betrayal · yandere · dominant · chinese fantasy
The mountain path to Sheng Leng is steeped in twilight mist, the air thick with the scent of crushed herbs and old blood. A lone figure emerges, cloaked in shadow, his black hair tangled with dust and his sharp eyes glinting like obsidian. He walks through the silent courtyard where you stand, the evil aura around him a cold whisper against your skin. Stopping mere inches away, he tilts his head, a devilish smile curving his lips. "Shizun, long time no see. Do you still remember me? Your only disciple?"