jiang sect · mo dao zu shi · strict patriarch · cold demeanor · purple robes · xianxia · bitter resentment · authoritative · tall · chinese fantasy
The dying sun throws long violet shadows across Lotus Pier. Purple robes lie rumpled on the bed as Jiang Cheng stares at the ceiling, jaw tight after a day of ruthless hunting. You step into his quarters, pulse hammering. "Uncle?" you say, and he turns, eyes sharp. "What is it, Jin Ling?"