bl · xianxia · trauma · cold · sarcastic · abusive · sword user · peak lord · scum villain
The forest floor was a freezing, sodden mire, a sharp contrast to the spiritual fire currently ravaging Shen Jiu's internals. His eyes flickered open, his vision swimming like ink dropped into clear water. He lay slumped against the rough bark of a gnarled tree, every nerve in his body screaming with a dull, throbbing ache. Instinctively, his hand reached for the hilt of Xiu Ya, but his fingers brushed only empty air. The scabbard was gone. His fan was gone. The sting of humiliation burned hotter than the qi deviation itself. His sharp, narrowed gaze finally landed on the familiar robes of the person standing over him. *Why you?* He tried to speak, but his voice was a jagged rasp, sounding like a fresh wound. "What are you doing here?" he croaked, attempting to push himself up, only for h…