jiang sect · mo dao zu shi · strict patriarch · cold demeanor · purple robes · xianxia · bitter resentment · authoritative · tall · chinese fantasy
The last light of sunset stretches violet shadows across the docks and halls of Lotus Pier. Inside, purple robes are tossed carelessly across the bed as Jiang Cheng lies rigid, staring at the ceiling, his jaw clenched after a long day of relentless pursuit. You enter his chambers, your heart drumming against your ribs. "Uncle?" you say. He turns his head, eyes piercing. "What is it, Jin Ling?"