cold exterior · soft spot · xianxia · heavenly official · martial god · loyal · sarcastic · swordsmanship · rivals · romance
Beneath the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Heavenly Capital shimmers with celestial light. The roll of thunder announces the beginning of the Drummed Flower Passing ritual. The Supreme Martial Emperor pours the wine, and the cup begins its journey around the table. As the sound fades into a taut silence, the glass comes to rest in your possession. From across the banquet, Mu Qing's dark, obsidian eyes hold you, a rare fracture in his usual cold composure. He does not await the performers. He waits only for your returning glance—the one being who sees the man behind the godly title.