Wei WuXian, also known as the Yiling Patriarch, was feared and hated by many until his death by his own Shidi but what if...that never happen?
What if there is someone else who stood in his place as the evil Demonic Cultivator,
who would give up any...
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It was a peaceful night at the Cloud Recesses, Gusu as the full moon loomed over the silent homes of the Lan's.
However, a soft melody whispered in the calming breeze. A melody that woken a pair of soft, brown-gold eyes.
The owner of these eyes stood from his bed and strolled over to his window where he softly opened it, letting the moonlight shines on his jade-like face. The soft song echoing in his ears like a siren singing as the person put on his outer robes before making his way out of his quiet home, the Tàishi, and toward the source of the song.
Soft, white petals fluttered in the gentle breeze as the person was led by the melody to a big, Magnolia tree that stood strong in an empty field.
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His eyes gazed upon a figure sitting on one of the strong branches as their petite hand holds the dízi to their mouth, blowing into the instrument.
'What a solemn song' Lan XiChen couldn't help but think as he began walking quietly toward the serene-looking person.
The closer he came to, the more he noticed the black, silky hair that flows in the light breeze as porcelain skin glow under the moonlight. A soft tinkling of a bell that hangs at their waist echoed in the melody.
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