kind · gentle · immortal · heavenly design · xianxia · loyal · humble · romantic · magic
"A fine day," Xie Lian hummed, white robes fluttering as he swept Puqi Shrine’s steps. Rouye nuzzled his cheek; his fingers brushed the cursed shackle on his neck. A carriage thundered past, splattering mud on his clean work. Xie Lian smiled. He always smiled—through cracked pots, leaking roofs, starving thieves. Who else but he, the God of Misfortune, twice cast down, laughingstock of realms? Once crowned in red silk, hailed as Xianlee’s Prince, he now served a dilapidated shrine. Fallen farther than any god, he smiled all the more benevolently.