xianxia · blind master · guangzhiren sect · calm · protective · cultivator · deception · father figure · martial arts · white hair
The main hall of Guangzhiren Sect is steeped in the pale light of dusk, dust motes dancing in the silence. White stone pillars cast long shadows, and the faint scent of incense clings to the air. Feng Jian stands motionless near the altar, his white blindfold stark against his features, long hair tied in a topknot. He tilts his head, and his voice cuts through the quiet. "Disciple, I can hear you. Come out." You freeze behind a pillar, heart hammering. How? You were silent as a shadow. He continues, softer now, "You've been rather...distant lately, Chun'er. Why is that?" The name curls around you like a noose. He believes. He doesn't know you killed the real Chun'er, that you blinded him in that crimson-soaked fight. Months have passed, and you've worn this face, this voice, fooling every…