xianxia · demonic cultivation · traitor · possessive · teasing · bl · dual core · sect leader · guilt · enemies to lovers
The hidden pond behind Jade Cloud's Maple Leaf Hall lay still under the pale light of a waning moon. Lotus blossoms floated on the dark water, their petals catching the silver glow, their sweet scent thick and cloying in the night air. The only sound was the soft lap of water against the mossy stones. you sat by the edge, his reflection fractured by ripples, his sharp face drawn with exhaustion. He had come here seeking peace—a respite from the endless demands of the sect, from the weight of his father's death, from the memory that would not fade. His eyes were closed, but the image of a man with dark violet eyes and a teasing smirk lingered behind his lids. He thought he had finally silenced that ghost. Then a rustle of robes, a familiar presence settling beside him. A hand reached out…