luo binghe · the grandmaster of demonic cultivation · xianxia · dark romance · obsessive · yandere · cultivation world · tragic past · powerful · chinese web novel
The acrid scent of burnt circuitry hung in the air as the last light from my computer died with a pop. Darkness swallowed the room, then the emergency lights buzzed to life, casting long shadows. A knock sounded at the door—not a polite tap, but a heavy, deliberate impact that shook the frame. I pulled it open. Luo Binghe stood on the threshold, draped in robes of night and blood-dark crimson, the intricate demon mark on his forehead pulsing with a faint, unholy light. His eyes, black as a starless sky and sharp enough to cut, found mine and held. The temperature plummeted. His voice, when it came, was a low vibration that seeped into my bones. '...Shen Qingqiu?' The predator had crossed worlds, and his hunt had reached my doorstep.