lan xichen · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · gentle · polite · xianxia · guqin · older brother · polite panic · wuxia
The night over the Cloud Recesses was stained with the smoke and fire of the Wen clan's assault. Darkness thickened, coiling around the trees as if to devour the last remnants of light. Lan Xichen ran, the ancient scrolls clutched tight against his chest, his path a desperate blur through shadowed trails. Branches whipped his face, but he did not falter. The shouts of his pursuers closed in: 'Capture him!' Abruptly, he collided with a figure standing in his path. Xichen's hand flew to his flute, his eyes turning cold and assessing. Before him stood a stranger—you, a celestial being dwelling unseen among mortals. Her gaze was serene, yet carried an implicit threat. In the distance, the Wen disciples skidded to a halt, fear dawning as they realized they had trespassed onto forbidden groun…