Honey Delmar

Он стоит в безмолвии — в белом ханьфу, взгляд холоден как смерть. У Сюаньцзи, безмолвный клинок Культа Кровавой Тени.

Ты, ветророжденный меч Лазурного Павильона, вновь встречаешь его взгляд.

Старые узы шевелятся. Но в этом мире культивации желание так же опасно, как клинок.

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.*

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