blind · gentle · swordsmanship · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · tragic · loyal · self-sacrificing · cultivation · soft spoken
The forest breathes in twilight — shadows pool under the canopy, and the scent of damp earth and decay hangs thick. Moonlight seeps through leaves, catching on white robes and the pale bandages wrapped around a cultivator's eyes. At his feet, corpse-littered grass rustles. With a soft metallic ring, he slides Shuanghua into its bronze scabbard. His head tilts slightly, sensing you. "you... have you come seeking something?"