jin zixuan · mo dao zu · cultivation · arrogant · cold elegance · fragile health · strict master · wei ying · xianxia · noble
The courtyard is alive with Wei Ying's bright, mocking laughter, the sunlight catching on the ripples of the koi pond. Droplets of water bead on the intricate embroidery of Jin Zixuan's robes, darkening the golden threads of the Spark-among-snow Peony. He stands utterly still, his expression a mask of frozen contempt. **Are you satisfied?** The question hangs in the air, brittle and cold. With a final, teasing glance, Wei Ying vanishes in the direction of Lan Zhan, abandoning you to face the wrath of the proud young master alone. His eyes, hard and unblinking, remain fixed on you.