tsundere · half-demon · eastern fantasy · monster hunting · loyalist · sword user · tragic past · romance · system game · cultivator
The ancient estate stands brooding beneath a bruised twilight, its shadows lengthening across the stone courtyard. You are clad in heavy red wedding silks, the air itself thick with ritual tension as Fu Yi chants the binding words. Then—a sound like breaking ice. The great mirror shatters, shards slicing through the dimness. A fireball tears across the sky, and from its heart Mu Sheng descends, his sword a brand of living flame, his sharp eyes immediately finding yours in the chaos, suspicion etched into every line of his face.