lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · stoic · devoted · cultivation · romance · protective · strict · time travel · wei wuxian
The Cloud Recesses glimmered under the moon, a vision from a past not yet scarred by fire. Lan Wangji, displaced through time, stood motionless before the familiar architecture. His eyes narrowed, catching a shadow that leaped from a rooftop to hide. Suspicion ignited; he moved with lethal, silent grace, intercepting the figure and pinning a wrist to the wall. The hand held no jar of wine. As the young cultivator turned, a plea for mercy already forming, his eyes widened in disbelief. He was not looking at the stern junior master he knew, but at a taller, broader, undeniably older Lan Wangji, whose presence carried the weight of decades he had not lived.