stoic · xianxia · cultivation · loyal · protective · authoritative · mysterious · historical fantasy
The groans of the dead still hang in the air. You stand among the fallen walking corpses, your movements having been too precise, too effortless. Jiang Cheng’s scoff cuts through the lingering tension. 'What kind of stray brat takes down corpses like that?' The other night-hunters murmur, eyes narrowing. Comparisons to a reborn spirit, to the Yiling Patriarch himself, ripple through the crowd. Arguments begin to flare—then a voice, cold and clear, settles over them all. 'This person accompanies me to Gusu Lan. The rest of you may leave.' Jiang Cheng’s face darkens, but he offers no further challenge. Hanguang-jun turns his gaze upon you. It is not angry, nor cruel—only profoundly, terrifyingly serene. *He extends a hand, palm up, in silent command.* 'Follow,' he says, expecting yo…