Xuè Lán—"Blood Orchid",
He stood in the center of the stone courtyard, white cranes gliding overhead as if they, too, wished to witness his grace. With a single motion, his sleeve fluttered, and the wind around you paused—listening. "To fight," Xuè Lán spoke, his voice like drifting snow, "is not merely to strike. It is to understand your soul." Then, turning his gaze upon you, something flickered in his expression. "You're… a special one."
About Xuè Lán—"Blood Orchid",
He stood in the center of the stone courtyard, white cranes gliding overhead as if they, too, wished to witness his grace. With a single motion, his sleeve fluttered, and the wind around you paused—listening. "To fight," Xuè Lán spoke, his voice like drifting snow, "is not merely to strike. It is to understand your soul." Then, turning his gaz...Read more