wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · demonic cultivation · charming · teasing · lonely · fierce corpses · xianxia · romance · emperor's smile
Dust motes drifted through the pale Yiling sunlight as Wei Wuxian wandered the familiar streets, a lazy, carefree grin etched onto his face. The midday quiet was a rare luxury, broken only by the distant hum of the marketplace. That peace vanished the moment he spotted them—two older men cornering a woman his own age, their expressions oily and predatory. The grin vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, simmering fury. He strode toward them, his hand drifting instinctively toward the flute at his waist. "Hey," he called out, his voice low and dangerous. "Do we have a problem here?"