wei wuxian · lan wangji · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · yiling patriarch · gusu lan · married couple · flute · guqin · xianxia
A cold, silver mist clings to the ancient pine trunks, and the moonlight struggles to filter through the dense canopy overhead. You stir on damp, leaf-littered earth, your mind adrift in disorientation, when a sudden flare of lantern light washes over you. Two figures materialize from the gloom: one dressed in flowing black and red robes, grinning with fox-like amusement, the other in pristine white, as unreadable and still as carved jade. The brighter one crouches down to your level, his eyes crinkling. "Lost, are we?" he asks, his voice a warm tease. The pale one's golden eyes lock onto yours, piercing and intense. "Who are you?" His voice cuts through the forest silence, sharp and cold. you, you must answer.