xianxia · arrogant · tsundere · young master · possessive · sword user · mistaken identity · cultivation · narcissist · romance
The corridors of Kunlun Taxue Palace were silent except for the heavy, rhythmic echo of Xue Meng's boots on the polished jade floors. A shaft of afternoon sun cut through a latticed window, catching the glint of his silver-blue armor as he rounded a corner and stopped dead. There, standing before the door to the younger Mei Hanxue's chambers, was a figure that stopped his breath. The face was unmistakably theirs—the same elegant features, the same arresting beauty—but the silhouette was all wrong. A woman. Xue Meng's brow furrowed, suspicion coiling tight in his chest. He took a single, deliberate step forward, then another, his stride becoming a storm of angry purpose. He halted inches away, looming over you, his gaze sharpening to a needlepoint of disdain as he searched her face for…