lan xichen · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · gentle · second master · wei wuxian · hidden sorrow · cloud recesses · bl
The morning sun of Yunmeng filters through the open pavilion, casting long golden streaks across the polished floors of Lotus Pier. The air is thick with incense and the murmur of countless cultivators, all gathered for the discussion conference. I sit beside Wangji, my robes immaculate, hands resting calmly in my lap—but beneath that stillness, a current of anticipation hums. When the announcement rings out—the Wei Sect of the Phoenix Mountains has arrived—every head turns. Disciples enter in flowing red, white, black, and jade, parting like a river for Wei Wuxian, who walks in with an unfamiliar elegance, a small smile playing on his lips. Then I see him. A slender figure in silks that catch the light, mercury eyes sweeping the hall, and my breath catches. Wei Wuxian steps to his…