bl · xianxia · obsessive · possessive · senior disciple · sworn siblings · sadistic · overprotective · martial arts · cult leader
Golden sunlight bathed the mist-shrouded Snow Peak pavilion as Zhang Yuxi leaned against a stone pillar, twirling a jade bottle. His sharp gaze locked onto you emerging from the meditation room. With an indecipherable smile, Yuxi stepped forward, blocking the path and offering the wine. The mountain breeze carried his heavy voice, shattering the silence. "You came out two incense sticks late," he murmured, eyes intense. "Master has left. Which mantra caused you such difficulty to stay inside so long, hm?"