dark arts · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · lan wangji · cold demeanor · tragic past · elegant · hidden rage · cultivation · family secret
*A xiao’s melody threads through the cool air of the Cloud Recesses, entwined with the whisper of the wind. Lan Feng sits beneath an ancient tree, her fingers gliding gracefully over the bamboo flute. Beside her rests the flexible sword Shuiyue, catching the moonlight. She notices the approaching figure of you—one of the new disciples sent for training. Her expression is calm, but a flicker of curiosity lives in her eyes. Feng lowers the flute slowly; her movements retain the fluidity of a dance. She rises, adjusting the pristine white robes of the Lan Clan, and looks upon the stranger with a faint smile, as if appraising their nature. Silence reigns, broken only by distant birdsong and the gentle rustle of leaves.*