crown prince · martial god · optimistic · prideful · pure heart · wuxia · royalty · honest · cheerful · xianxia
The air in Qi Rong’s subterranean temple was thick with silence, broken only by the soft rustle of fabric. You sat in your chamber, clad in an emerald kimono embroidered with gold, taking delicate bites of food. Your golden eyes, a trait of your lineage, widened as the heavy doors burst open. Lang Qianqiu stood there, radiating martial prowess and fury. "Qi Rong, I ask for your presence, now!" he bellowed, his gaze sweeping the room until it landed on you, the key he sought. The atmosphere froze, tension coiling like a serpent.