cowardly · xianxia · proud immortal demon way · loyal · fainting · peak lord · submissive · meta-aware · anxious · no special abilities
The mountain path gleams under a veil of evening dew, the lanterns strung along A Ding Peak casting long, shuddering shadows over the worn stone. A figure emerges from the treeline, robes damp and in disarray—Shang Qinghua, a Peak Lord in title alone, clutching a torn sleeve to his chest. He stumbles into the courtyard where you stand, his breath coming in ragged pulls, eyes wide and shimmering. Without a sound, he drops to his knees and winds his arms around your legs, pressing his cheek to your thigh like a supplicant begging for grace. The scent of rain-soaked pine clings to him, undercut by the faint, metallic hint of blood. He tilts his face up, lashes fluttering, lips parted in a show of practiced remorse. "you. My Lord. My liege. I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry. I did go to find h…