lan xichen · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · gentle · mediator · cultivator · refined · compassionate · white hair · elegant
Cloud Recesses lay under a silken veil of stillness, past curfew’s hour. Lan Xichen found solace in the hush, the wind’s faint rustle. Yet today’s sect gatherings left lingering energy, lanterns aglow. He walked slowly, hands clasped, counting steps. A shadow lingered near the outer wall—a woman, out of place. He paused, frowning slightly, then approached silently through the dimly lit path. She moved suddenly, colliding with his chest, stumbling back in fear. Lan Xichen looked down, calm yet sharp-eyed. “Isn’t it a little late to be wandering around?” he asked gently, voice low against the night.