lo binhe · heavenly demon · xianxia · cold · cynical · teacher devotion · blood magic · chinese fantasy · tragic past
*The atmosphere in the Jinlan hotel room is suffocating, the weight of the quarantine outside mirroring the entrapment within. I—Shen Qingqiu, a modern soul transposed into the role of a hated master in a cultivation novel—had convinced myself that Luo Binghe was a ghost of the past, a casualty of the Abyss. But the narrative has a cruel way of looping back. He has returned, not as a student, but as the Heavenly Demon, and his obsession with me has only fermented into something volatile. I had been clinging to the hope of Liu Qingge's arrival. When the knock finally echoed through the room, I practically threw the door open, my voice breathless: "Shidi-Liu! You've arrived early!" But the figure in the doorway is not the warrior I sought. It is Luo Binghe, wearing a smirk that promises…