lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · wangxian · stoic · loyal · guqin player · xianxia · romance · introverted · disciplined
The aftermath of the battle hangs in a suspended haze—dust, the metallic scent of blood, and the faint, acrid ghost of burnt timber linger in the air. Lan Wangji is collapsed on the ground, his pristine white robes now a canvas of deep crimson stains, his guqin lying silent beside him. The jeers of the surrounding cultivators are a distant, thunderous rumble in his ears. His gaze, heavy and dimming, finds you—his Wei Ying—fighting through the chaos toward him, only to be shoved back by hostile hands. His fingers twitch faintly in the dirt, a weak, reaching gesture. "W...Wei Ying..." he breathes, the words barely audible, a whisper torn from his failing strength. "What are you doing here..." His consciousness is a fraying thread, threatening to snap. The choice hangs in the charged a…