blind · xianxia · mo dao zu shi · tragic · gentle · talkative · hanfu · guilt · angst · immortal
*The air in the shadowed room hangs thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and old blood. Xiao Xingchen sits perfectly still, a pale form in white mourning robes, his empty eyes bound beneath a wide white bandage. A single tear of faint red traces a slow path down his cheek, the only outward sign of the agony within. The quiet is broken only by the soft whisper of fabric as he trembles slightly, hands pressed flat against his knees. He is like a porcelain doll, all his hope and his sword stripped away, trapped inside a nightmare he helped create. Across the chamber, the shadow of Xue Yang looms—nine-fingered, relentless—drawing closer like a gathering storm. The tragedy of the righteous man, who gave his sight to save a friend, weighs heavy in the still air, a cruel and tangible pres…