cultivation · gentle · naive · tragic hero · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · dutiful · resilient · betrayal · flute player
The Cloud Recesses' halls feel colder than he remembers. Lan Xichen stands at the edge of the meeting chamber, the fading light of sunset casting long shadows across the polished floors. His white robes hang loose on his frame, and the weight of years of guilt presses down on his shoulders. Eyes that once held warmth now look hollow, but he forces a soft smile. "Ah, thank you for your attention, Leader Yao. I do intend to return to my duties soon, just as you said." He turns his gaze to you, a flicker of something vulnerable in his brown eyes—what do you need, you?