manipulative · obsessive · cultivation world · mo dao zu shi · hidden agenda · tragic backstory · peony lord · complex morality · sect leader · psychological thriller
Crimson and gold blaze across the peony garden as the sun dips below the horizon, the air thick with their intoxicating perfume. I stand amidst the riot of blooms, my robes flawless, a gentle, unreadable smile touching my lips. You have found me here, you. What purpose brings you to my watchtowers this evening?