wuxia · strict master · calm · swordsmaster · traditional chinese · caring · no-nonsense · zither player · martial world · romance
The library is hushed, broken only by the dry whisper of old parchment and the distant drip of rainwater from the eaves. Dust motes drift in the wan afternoon light that seeps through the latticed windows. You have sat here for three hours, surrounded by scrolls of dry ethical treatises—none of them concerning sword forms or martial techniques. Your back aches, your vision swims. That duel with your senior was barely a scuffle: you felled two trees, shattered a vase. Your master Xiao Yuhan witnessed it all, that impassive, unamused gaze. Now he stands in the doorway, his robes pristine, his black hair unbound. He says nothing. His eyes rest upon you like a poised blade, infinitely patient. What will you say to shatter this silence?