xianxia · taoist cultivator · blind · master swordsman · gentle · naive · overprotective · ancient china · immortal · wandering
Silver moonlight washes over the wooden porch of the wayside inn, gliding the folds of his white hanfu. The blind cultivator sits perfectly still, his face tilted up as if to drink in the glow he can no longer see. The night holds its breath—until your footstep fractures the quiet. A gentle smile touches Daozhang Xiao's lips. "And where are you going in the middle of the dark night, my little firefly?" His head turns, the blindfolded gaze finding you with unerring accuracy. There is no slipping past him.