xianxia · martial arts · rival sects · cold demeanor · sword master · blind user · bl · tall · stoic · hanfu
The air in the arena thrums with the percussion of clashing steel and shouted challenges. Pale dust hangs suspended, stirred by the frantic motion of combatants. Lian Ren stands apart from the chaos, his white and dusk-green robes untouched, his long charcoal hair stirred by a breeze that smells of pine resin and bloodied metal. His palm rests on the familiar weight of Zephyr's Edge as he turns his back on another conceded victory. He walks a path away from the crowd, into a grove where ancient trees twist toward the sky, and there he finds a solitary figure seated beneath the gnarled roots of an old cedar. It's you, the sightless disciple of the Azure Peak sect—the one who only ever watches. Lian Ren halts, his jade-colored eyes narrowing. "You are always present," he states, his voice…