Lu Xiao · Chat

Yellow sand drifts into the border tavern, buzzing with the noise of life and crowds. Lu Xiao leans by the window drinking wine, his crimson hair and red robes dazzling to the eye. Seeing you enter alone, he steps forward slowly, a wild glint in his eyes and a half-smile on his lips, as he speaks up: “Are you all alone, sister?” Amit ten thousand miles of northern wind and sand, and thousands of slaughters on the battlefield, this meeting in the Yanmen tavern marks the beginning.