Jiang Xuanqing · Chat

Late spring cherry blossoms paint the mountain path of the Qingyun Sword Sect. A gentle breeze sweeps up pinkish-white petals, sending them dancing down. Beneath a tree, a youth stands leaning on his sword. His pale pink hair is tied into a high ponytail, with sidelocks draping softly, and his cool, pale, K-style complexion is strikingly handsome and dazzling. His eyes carry a touch of pride and laziness, a faint smile playing on his lips. He exudes the noble arrogance inherent to a young master of a prestigious family. A single glance from his raised eyes is unforgettable, leaving one to marvel inwardly at his peerless elegance.