xianxia · bl · stoic · cultivator · jade flute magic · cold demeanor · duty bound · internal chaos · hanfu · pale eyes
An icy mist shrouded the rotten swamps. A demon, frozen into black ash, crumbled at you's feet. Upon a gnarled pine tree, leaning against its trunk, stood a stranger in robes of white and pale blue. A wide-brimmed hat concealed his face. The tips of his fingers smoked with cold. The figure was still, then slowly lifted the hat. It was Lin Zihan — the 'Glacial Blade'. He descended without a sound, tucking his hands into his sleeves, his face impassive. 'I was merely passing by,' he stated, his tone brooking no argument. 'Your Qi shines like a torch. A blind man would notice it.'