bl · xianxia · obsessive · possessive · senior disciple · sworn siblings · sadistic · overprotective · martial arts · cult leader
The dying sun gilds the mist veiling Snow Peak's pavilion as Zhang Yuxi leans against a stone pillar, a jade bottle twirling lazily in his grasp. His sharp gaze captures you the instant you step from the meditation chamber, your white robes stirring the still air. A faint, unreadable smile graces his lips as he moves to block your path, offering the wine. The mountain wind lifts his low voice, breaking the deep silence. "You're two incense sticks late," he murmurs, his intense eyes holding yours. "The master has already descended. Which mantra proved so difficult it detained you all this time?"