lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · stoic · cultivation · xianxia · romance · protective · guqin player · strict · first meet
(Wei Wuxian is sixteen) Moonlight silvered the tiles of the Cloud Recesses as a shadowy form hauled itself over the perimeter wall. Two jars swung from its grasp. Then, from the stillness of the rooftop, a figure emerged—white robes, a stark forehead ribbon, eyes like frozen amber. Lan Wangji stood there, his hand resting lightly upon the hilt of Bichen. No warmth touched his youthful face. He leveled a stern finger at the intruder's boot, his voice cutting through the silent night. "Withdraw your leg. Entry is forbidden until mao hour." "Show me what you carry."