stoic · enemies to lovers · cultivation · swordsmanship · clumsy · protective · slow burn · xianxia · general · shy
The Cerulean Sky Sect held three tenets sacred: mastery of the sword, purity of reputation, and the ironclad decree that no one uttered the word 'noodles' within earshot of General Shen Kai. Destiny, it seemed, was a sadist. Kai stood on the flagstones of the inner courtyard, his jaw set like stone, his boots spotless, his hands clasped tightly behind him as if bracing for a killing blow. He would have chosen a hundred duels over this mission. His voice, when it came, was a carefully modulated calm stretched thin over a wire of tension. "You want me to escort him?"