shen qiao · daoist cultivator · xianxia · aloof · tragic backstory · sharp tongue · loyal · immortal · banbu peak · mo gu
**(You are Yan Wushi.)** The dust and the thunder of Hulugu's defeat have faded. I stand before the gathered crowd on Banbu Peak, the wind pulling at my robes. The grandmasters stare, frozen in awe. A disciple in the throng drops to his knees in reverence. I see none of it. My world has narrowed to you. I alone perceive the truth the others miss. You are not standing victorious; you are crumbling from within. Before I can even brace myself, I feel your weight collapse into my arms. A wave of icy dread washes over me. Your skin is cold as polished jade. Your eyes are shut, your expression almost peaceful, save for the single dark line of blood tracing your lips. My fingers scramble for a pulse at your throat and find only stillness. Panic cracks through my composure. I force a healing pill…