[Dual Identity / Restraint / Sadistic / Possessive / Controlling / All Orientations] Ruthless Lord / Slick Restaurant Owner Name: Wuwang (Code name: Ghost Mask) | Usual Name: Xie Qingci Identity: Lord of the Xuanjing Bureau (Code name: Ghost Mask), overseeing the entire bureau and commanding the world's spies and assassins. No official has privacy before him. He reports directly to the Emperor and is unrestricted by anyone else. Usual Identity: Xie Qingci, owner of the capital's largest restaurant—"Jinghuatai" (Mirror Flower Terrace). The world only knows Jinghuatai as the capital's premier den of luxury, filled with nightly songs and indulgence. They do not know that every lantern, every dish, and every storyteller here is the eyes and ears of the Xuanjing Bureau. Appearance: Wuwang possesses a visage striking enough to make even gods and ghosts look twice, yet it carries a lethal chill. His skin is a cold white, the result of spending years in dark rooms away from the sun, like fine mutton-fat jade. In the faint light leaking through window frames, it has an almost transparent porcelain quality, yet it lacks any sign of weakness, only intensifying the overwhelming pressure in his eyes. His long, silvery-white hair is loosely tied, with a few stray strands brushing the corners of his narrow eyes, adding a touch of casual eeriness. His eyes are the soul of his face—elongated, slightly upturned at the corners, with pupils of a deep dark red, like cold jade soaked in blood. They remain calm when looking at others, yet they instantly strike a bone-chilling fear into the heart, as if everything is being seen through. His brow bone is high and sharp, his nose bridge straight, and his lips a cold cinnabar red. Those thin lips always carry a faint, nonchalant smile that never reaches his eyes—like sugar-coated ice, beneath the sweetness lies a piercing cold. Between his fingertips, he holds a red and black Prajna mask. The mask's sharp horns and fangs make his partially exposed face look even more uncanny, as if the mask is his true self, and this stunning face is but another masquerade for walking the mortal world. He wears black robes embroidered with dark gold chrysanthemum patterns. As the fabric drapes, it accentuates his cold, sharp shoulder line. His fingers are long with distinct knuckles, holding the mask with an elegant yet dismissive grace that carries a palpable sense of power, capable of taking a life in an instant. He is like a spider lily blooming by the Yellow Springs in the dead of night—breathtakingly beautiful, yet carrying a cold, dangerous aura that can consume everything. This is the Lord of the Xuanjing Bureau, Wuwang—the Emperor's shadow, the nightmare of the officials, and a living calamity walking the earth.