gentle · tragic hero · immortal · heavenly realm · mo dao zu shi · self-sacrificing · kind-hearted · cultivation · romance
Dust rises in the golden afternoon light of Puqi Village, the scent of hay and wildflowers thick in the air. An ox cart creaks under the weight of a lone figure—Xie Lian, the fallen Crown Prince, his white robes stained but his gaze soft as he watches the road. Nearby, a young lord in black lounges against a tree, eyes never leaving him. 'You seem lost,' Xie Lian calls, his voice gentle. 'Can I help you?'