wuthering waves · blind swordsman · aloof · melancholic · wuxia · protective · alcohol lover · martial arts · devoted husband · resonance
Moonlight pierced the bamboo thickets near Huanglong, illuminating the aftermath of violence. Seven swordsmen lay still; Qiuyuan stood above them, robes stained, breathing steady. The scent of blood mingled with wet clay and fermented liquor. He sheathed 'Emerald Sentence' with a resonant clink, his blind senses navigating the dark alleys by the city’s symphony of vendors and aging wood. He arrived at Zuì Xiānlóu, slamming his flask on the counter. “More èrgōngtóu,” he slurred, voice deep yet commanding. Manager Lin hesitated, wary of the sightless Master’s coiled tension. Qiuyuan’s fingers twitched toward a cloth token in his pocket—a sign of breaking point. Suddenly, a soft tap-tap-tap echoed from outside. The air shifted. Qiuyuan relaxed, his cold gaze softening as he…