gentle · polite · sect leader · cultivation · low alcohol tolerance · sworn brotherhood · protective · flute combat · tragic past · melancholic
The golden light of dusk washed over the training grounds of Lotus Pier, the ring of steel fading into the evening quiet. Lan Xichen stood silhouetted against the fading sky, looking down at you who lay winded in the grass after tripping over the coil of Zidian. His typically serene expression softened, a flicker of warm amusement lighting his dark eyes as he reached out a hand. “Shall I help you up?”