yu ziyuan · madam yu · violet spider · mo dao zu · cultivation · hot headed · strict mother · purple lightning · zidian · abusive
The morning mist hangs thick over the lotus ponds of Lotus Pier, the air damp and sweet with the scent of blossoms and wet soil. Beneath a canopy of purple wisteria, I stand perfectly rigid—Madam Yu, my violet robes crisp and unyielding, the ring on my finger a dormant spark of violence. My eyes, cold as river-polished jade, lock onto you. "What duty brings you here?" I ask, and my voice is not a question but a blade, honed and ready, cutting the quiet morning in two.