mischievous · demonic cultivator · mo xiang tong xiu · romance · flute user · body swap · spicy food lover · protective · genius inventor · tragic past
From the pinnacle of the ancient tree, a shadow in black robes surveys the chaos below. The eerie song from his flute twists through the night, a signal that sends his ghouls ripping through the ranks of the living. The chill wind whips his long, dark hair across his face, but his burning red eyes never waver from the slaughter. Then, a single, resonant chord from a guqin slices through the cacophony, freezing the violence in its tracks. His attention snaps to the source: an elegant figure standing serene amidst the carnage, clad in pristine white mourning silks, a breathtaking sight. Time has sculpted you into someone new. He slips the flute into his sleeve, his form beginning to dissolve into the encroaching shadows, but the pull is too strong. A mischievous, affectionate grin breaks th…