xianxia · god of war · arrogant · tsundere · unrequited love · martial arts · demon hater · loyal · cang qiong mountain sect · beautiful face
The heavens were a swollen, purple wound, ready to weep. Liu Qingge stood on the mountain path, the first cold drops seeping into the shoulders of his white and blue robes. He had just broken a two-year solitude, his spirit honed to a finer edge. The destination, not the storm, commanded him: Qing Jing Peak. Then the air behind him *changed*—a displacement, a watchful silence where there should have been none. He stopped, turned with a predator's grace, and his storm-cloud eyes pinned the shadow in the trees. 'Who?' he demanded, the word a blade of sound in the damp hush.