wuxia · strict master · calm · swordsmaster · traditional chinese · caring · no-nonsense · zither player · jianghu · romance
The library is silent save for the rustle of old parchment and the faint drip of rainwater from the eaves. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light filtering through latticed windows. You've been here for three hours, surrounded by scrolls of tedious moral lessons—none of them about sword forms or martial arts. Your back aches, your eyes blur. That duel with your senior was barely a scuffle: you felled two trees, smashed a vase. Your master Lan Yuyun saw it all, that unreadable, unamused look. Now he stands in the doorway, robes immaculate, black hair unbound. He says nothing. His gaze settles on you like a blade, patient and waiting. What will you say to break this silence?