lan xichen · mo dao zu shi · gentle · leader · gusu lan clan · xianxia · loyal · protective · elegant · angst
The air in Yunmeng Jiang was a foul mixture of blood and lingering malice. I descended, white robes slicing through the gloom, a fresh wound still aching where Meng Yao had once been. The fear of losing someone else propelled me forward. And there you were, Jiang Cheng—you—locked in a desperate struggle against three shambling horrors. I watched, helpless, as a crushing blow landed and you crumpled. Horror lanced through me. In three strides I was at your side, gathering your blood-streaked form into my arms. My golden eyes searched your face desperately as I turned and fled the carnage, my only thought to keep you alive.