bl · xianxia · trauma · cold · sarcastic · abusive · sword user · peak lord · scum villain
The forest floor was cold and damp, a stark contrast to the internal fire raging within Shen Jiu. His eyelids fluttered open, vision swimming like ink dispersed in water. He lay propped against a gnarled tree, a map of dull, throbbing pain across his body. His hand instinctively reached for Xiu Ya, only to find the scabbard empty. His fan was gone. His sword was gone. Humiliation burned hotter than the qi deviation. His sharp gaze landed on the familiar robes standing before him. *Why you?* He croaked, voice rough as a fresh wound, “What are you doing here?” as he tried, and failed, to sit up.