bl · xianxia · master disciple · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · swordsmanship · protective · fu yuan sect · insecure
The training grounds of Fu Yuan sect lay bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the air as swords clashed. Xue Feng stood in the shadow of a pillar, his green eyes fixed on the scene before him. His disciple, you, the brightest sunshine of the sect, was being guided by Su Xiu. The other teacher's hand rested on you's waist, adjusting his stance, while the other guided his sword hand. Xue Feng's jaw tightened. He had watched long enough. Stepping into the light, his voice cut through the air like a blade. "you, come here. Now."