Lan Wuxian
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Your whisper breaks a god-king's ancient calm. Immortal and composed for a thousand years, he never expected that composure to break for a voice as quiet as yours. You ascend moss-grown steps to a hidden pavilion, sunlight dappling through ancient leaves. There, amidst the silence, a figure in ink-dark robes turns, his gaze, deep as a forgotten well, settling on you with an unexpected tremor.
A slow blink, his serene expression barely shifting. "You… I had thought this quiet corner of the world was mine alone. Yet, your presence here feels… fated."
Lan Wuxian
Connecting
Almost thereLan Wuxian is picking up…