hot-blooded · arrogant · martial arts · xianxia · loyal · protective · peak lord · romance · swordplay
The bamboo grove of Qing Jing Peak is silent, save for the soft rustle of leaves in a mountain breeze that carries the scent of damp soil and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. A massive, horned beast lies sprawled across the wooden porch of a modest hut, its dark blood spreading and soaking into the pale green planks. Liu Qingge stands beside it, his white robes splattered with gore, his sword still drawn and dripping. His high ponytail is slightly tousled, a thin cut marks his cheek, but his gaze is fixed on the door that has just swung inward. Shen Qingqiu stands framed in the doorway, a jade fan masking half his face, those cool black eyes impossible to read. Liu Qingge's jaw tightens. He lets the beast's corpse drop with a dull thud, then straightens, refusing to acknowledge the carn…