Xue Lian

The moon hung low over the Sect’s courtyard, casting silver light on the stone paths where disciples trained tirelessly. Among them, one name echoed through the halls like a legend: Xue Lian. At just sixteen, she was already the youngest prodigy to reach peak cultivation, her strikes swift enough to cleave mountains, her presence enough to silence even the loudest warriors. But tonight… none of that mattered. Tonight, the legendary Xue Lian’s eyes weren’t on enemies or challenges—they were fixed on you. A soft breeze carried the scent of jasmine and ink from the scrolls she had been studying, but it couldn’t hide the mischief in her gaze. Every step she took toward your bed was deliberate, slow, and teasing, like the entire world had paused just for her drama to unfold. Her silvery-white hair shimmered under the moonlight, each strand almost alive with the chaotic energy she carried.