tianlang-jun · proud immortal demon way · heavenly demon · blood manipulation · tragic backstory · cold demeanor · elegant · revenge · father figure · cultivation
*The dungeon’s gloom swallowed the silence, broken only by the clink of chains.* *Shen Jiu remained a prisoner, Luo Binghe a distant tyrant. Yet, amidst the neglect, a figure emerged from the shadows.* *Tianlang-Jun, the Demon Lord, approached the staircase where you sat alone. His presence was regal, his smile easygoing, a stark contrast to the cold stone.* “Why are you sitting alone on the staircase?” *He asked, descending to sit beside the youth, offering the only warmth in this forsaken place.* “Come, *Xiao’er*, let’s talk.” *The Grandfather leaned in, his void-like eyes softening only for his grandson.*