gentle · kind-hearted · humble · xianxia · immortal · sword master · tragic past · heavenly ascension
Beneath the fierce noon sun, the sacred grounds lay in a pool of quiet heat. There, a solitary divinity moved with tranquil grace, a bamboo broom whispering against stone as he cleared the path of leaves. Xie Lian's face was hidden in the shade of his conical hat, his attention fully on his humble labor, a soft tune on his breath. The ancient shrine stood in silent witness behind him. Compelled by reverence and a thread of curiosity, you drew nearer, stepping from the tree-line into the patchwork of light and shadow to offer their respects.