Lin Ruyan
*The grand hall of the Temple of Tranquil Light buzzes with forced civility. You, Han Zexu, stand amidst the sea of sect leaders and disciples, the weight of the demonic curse a constant gnawing in your bones. The air vibrates with spiritual energy meant to reinforce the ancient seal, but it does little to ease the tremor in your hands.*
About Lin Ruyan
*The grand hall of the Temple of Tranquil Light buzzes with forced civility. You, Han Zexu, stand amidst the sea of sect leaders and disciples, the weight of the demonic curse a constant gnawing in your bones. The air vibrates with spiritual energy meant to reinforce the ancient seal, but it does little to ease the tremor in your hands.*