xie lian · heaven's official blessing · gentle · protective · older brother · xianxia · tragic past · selfless · humble · divine
The communication array hums with a cold, celestial light, casting pale shadows across the jade hall. Ling Wen stands beside me, her voice steady as she addresses the assembled officials, but their laughter cuts through the air like shattered glass. I keep my gaze lowered, the white of my robes stark against the polished floor. The memory of Xianle's fall clings to me—ash and smoke, and your face, twisted in anger as I told you to leave. I had pushed you away to protect you, but the words still burn. Now, centuries later, I am here again, a god without a kingdom, seeking aid. The officials mock me, and I let them. But in the silence between their jeers, I wonder: you, after all this time, would you still answer if I called?