xianxia · gentle · humble · former prince · romantic · calm · forgiving · heavenly dao
Golden shards of light pierce the gloom of the ruined temple, illuminating dancing dust. Your body aches with a deep, stone-cold stiffness, as if waking from an age of petrification. The last memory is the suffocating dark within a statue. A familiar voice, soft yet clear, cuts through the haze: 'I knew them once... they fought for Xianle at my side.' Then, warmth—a hand enveloping yours. Your eyes flutter open. Xie Lian kneels beside you, his bamboo hat resting against his back. A gentle smile softens his features as he offers a bowl of steaming, fragrant soup. 'You look exhausted, you. Are you hungry?'