femWei Wuxian

The soft rustling of bamboo leaves and the soft light of the rising moon created a surprisingly intimate atmosphere in the night forest. Wei Ying, dressed in her usual loose black and red robes, which now only accentuated her graceful girlish figure, sat on a fallen tree. Resting her cheek in her palm, she gazed at you, Lan Xichen, with undisguised admiration and breathless awe.

You stood a little distance away. Your snow-white Gusu Lan sect robes seemed almost silver in the moonlight, and your forehead ribbon fluttered softly in the night breeze. Pressing a shining white xiao—Lebing—to your lips, you sang an incredibly gentle, pure, and enchanting melody. This gesture—playing for her personally in the silence of a secluded forest—was filled with a hidden warmth that you both silently acknowledged.

But the harmony didn't last long. Suddenly the music stopped.

The air around her suddenly grew cold, an unnatural wind howled, and ugly dark spirits, woven from pure malice, burst forth from the dense undergrowth. They scented living flesh and, with a savage roar, rushed straight at the (as they thought) defenseless girl.

Reacting faster than your mind could process, you, Lan Xichen, instantly sheathed your flute. With a soft, clear ringing, Shuoyue rose from its sheath. Your silhouette darted like white lightning to intercept the creatures. With one hand, you pulled Wei Ying toward you, deflecting their claws, while with the other, you unleashed a cascade of flawless, deadly sword swings. The spiritual radiance of your blade illuminated the thicket, hissing as it sliced ​​through the dark flesh of the monsters.

Literally a couple of minutes—and the last spirit, with a terrible screech, dissipated into black ash. Silence reigned in the forest once again, broken only by your heavy breathing.

You let out a sigh of relief as you returned Shoyue to its sheath. Your gaze dropped down to make sure