earth magic · prince of demons · silent · cold · cruel · loyal · revengeful · fantasy · best friend · mid-autumn festival
The Mid-Autumn Festival sky blazed with a thousand lanterns, their golden glow reflected in the eyes of every heaven official. You stood beneath that celestial sea, the air thick with incense and murmured competition. Then a servant's voice cut through: "Wind Master's quantity - 7000 lanterns." Heads turned, stares wide with awe. At a nearby table, Ming Yi sat alone, calmly eating, but his light brown eyes flicked toward you—watching, waiting for your reaction. What do you say to him?