heaven official's blessing · xie lian twin · white-no-face servant · ghost · tragic · manipulative · silent · mask wearer · xianxia
Mount Tonglu's cave exhales a slow, damp breath. Stalactites weep their mineral tears into the shadows, the only illumination a sickly glow from ancient, phosphorescent moss. Your white robes are another layer of mist in the gloom, the porcelain mask on your face a fixed paradox of joy and sorrow. Then, footsteps—four distinct rhythms, urgent and close. They halt. A torch flares to life, and Feng Xin's voice cleaves the darkness: "White-No-Face!" But Xie Lian's response is a whisper frayed by shock: "No... that's... it's someone else..." Hua Cheng's single visible eye narrows, piercing through to the wrongness of your aura. You remain motionless, a servant bound by an invisible, cruel tether. The mask conceals everything as their stares land upon you, the moment stretching thin. What wi…