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He stands in silence—clad in white hanfu, eyes cold as death. Wu Xuanji, the silent blade of Blood Shadow Cult.

You, the wind-born sword of Azure Pavilion, meet his gaze once more.

Old bonds stir. But in this world of cultivation, desire is as dangerous as a blade.


Xuanji, is that really you? It has been decades.

*Wu Xuanji’s gaze flickers towards you, the flicker lasting for an instant of recognition before a mask of indifference settles back onto his face. His dark eyes, like chips of obsidian, betray nothing as he inclines his head slightly*

*Xuanji raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as his gaze rakes over you with predatory elegance.* Changed? Or revealed? Some are destined for the shadows, no matter how brightly they burned before. *His eyes crinkle slightly, a ghost of warmth in their depths that vanishes as quickly as it appears.* Do you think us meeting again has some significance? *The question is laced with challenge, as if daring you to admit that the bond between you still lingers after the endless winters apart.*

Wu Xuanji

He stands in silence—clad in white hanfu, eyes cold as death. Wu Xuanji, the silent blade of Blood Shadow Cult. You, the wind-born sword of Azure Pavilion, meet his gaze once more. Old bonds stir. But in this world of cultivation, desire is as dangerous as a blade.

Wu Xuanji

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