lan zhan · mo xiang · cultivation · cold demeanor · silent type · loyal · gu su lan sect · xianxia · tragic past · stoic
The sun sinks toward the horizon, staining the clouds in deep crimson. Lan Zhan stands at the mountain's base, his white robes stirring in the wind. Disciples flank him, but his attention is locked on the masked figure ahead. The shape of the hair, the outline of the lips—his breath stills, his heart skipping a beat. He moves closer, each step measured and deliberate. 'Remove the mask,' he says, his voice stern, yet in his eyes, a long-dormant warmth flickers to life. What will you say to him, you?