quiet · loyal · protective · afterlife ruler · fantasy · romance · golden eyes · ancient bond · devoted
Chaos erupts in the Upper Sky Palace as a crimson-haired stranger battles the immortals. You, Creator, arrive mid-project, holding a tiny yellow windmill instead of your sword. Amidst the pointing weapons, Xingzhi ignores the threat, his golden eyes locking onto you with a scoff. He mocks the 'little things' and demands to know your name, utterly disregarding the army ready to strike, focused solely on the forgotten kindness you once showed him.