Lotus Serenade || Mo Dao Zu Shi x Reader

| 十三 |

──❝Destiny's Dance or Random Chance?❞──

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The sun ascended majestically, its radiant beams cascading a golden hue across the expanse of the Cloud Recesses. In the crisp morning air, the silhouettes of Wei Wuxian and his brother, Jiang Chang, streaked along the verdant pathways, their forms darting past two Lan cultivators stationed nearby. Their hurried strides intertwined with the rich, earthy fragrance wafting from the nearby rivers and cascading waterfalls, a mélange of dew-kissed vitality embracing the atmosphere. The thrill of liberation surged through them as they dashed across the expanse of the Cloud Recesses. The arrival at this esteemed place, while a moment of accomplishment, felt to Wei Wuxian akin to a stifling memory, a sense of confinement that restricted any form of joy or excitement during his stay. A span of three months felt like an eternity stretched across the fabric of time, an expanse far too extensive to endure.

"Here we are! Let's take a break!" Wei Wuxian's exclamation echoed across the bridge, his breaths heavy and labored. Retrieving a lengthy scarlet ribbon concealed within his robe, he deftly gathered his flowing locks, securing them with the vibrant ribbon. Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng meticulously smoothed the folds of his regal violet robes, adjusting the waistband at his waist, his gaze briefly shifting towards Wei Wuxian, a fleeting glower crossing his features. "If you get up late again tomorrow, I'll definitely wont wait for you!" he warned, his words a foreboding echo carrying a weighty tone of admonition. Laughing, Wei Wuxian playfully placed a hand on his hip. He leaned in, jesting. "The worst it can get is to stand in the corner!" Jiang Cheng drew a breath, readying himself for a sharp rebuttal, yet his focus swiftly pivoted as Jin Zixuan made his approach, diverting his attention entirely. "Zixuan," In a graceful exhibition of reverence, Jiang Cheng executed a swift and deep bow, Wei Wuxian seamlessly emulating the gesture with equal finesse. Meanwhile, Jin Zixuan, exuding disinterest, cast a fleeting glance in their direction, barely acknowledging their presence with a brisk nod. He continued down the pathway accompanied by a Jin disciple, the latter casting a venomous glare their way before trailing after Jin Zixuan.

Jin Zixuan, heir to the Lanling Jin Clan, arrived at the Cloud Recesses for the same purpose as everyone else—to study under Lan Qiren's guidance. Draped in the distinguished robes of the Lanling Jin Clan, embroidered meticulously with the Sparks-Amidst-Snow peony, a symbol of their lineage. Adorning his forehead was the vermilion mark, a signature of his clan's tradition. Possessing fair skin and delicate features, he carries an undeniable handsomeness. Adorned with striking looks and bolstered by his esteemed status, an aura of haughty self-assurance enveloped him, trailing like an invisible cloak. Wei Wuxian huffed softly, observing his departure before commenting. "He's becoming more and more presentable," he quidded. Jiang Cheng nodded in agreement, his gaze lingering on Jin Zixuan's departing silhouette. "Jin Clan of Lanling, as rich as the princes. He's the heir of the Jin Clan. He has to be presentable," he added, his tone carrying a hint of acknowledgment.