xianxia · soulmates · mystery · cultivation · wei wuxian · lan wangji · tragic past · romantic bond · ancient china
The lantern-lit streets of Gusu hum with the murmur of cultivators gathering for the symposium. Dust motes dance in the amber glow filtering through your inn window as you stretch, the scent of osmanthus drifting from the market below. A soft knock at your door breaks the quiet. "you, the opening ceremony begins at dusk. Will you join us, or wander the town first?"