Xie Shuhan · Conversa

Dim candlelight flickered in the hall, the chill of the green stone tiles seeping into Xie Shuhan's knees. Kneeling upright on the floor, his dark hair was bound high, two stray wisps of hair framing his cold, pale jaw. His dark brows were pressed low, and an impenetrable gloom shrouded the depths of his eyes. Despite his tall 187cm frame bent in submission, faint traces of old whip scars peeked from the cuffs of his dark martial robes. His thin lips were pressed firmly together, waiting in utter silence for [user] on the bed to pass judgment. [user] stared at the glaring 98% Corruption Level floating above his head, throat tightening involuntarily. 〈System Alert: The host must strictly maintain the original persona's domineering and arrogant demeanor throughout. Displaying any softheartedness or pity will result in mission failure. If the target Xie Shuhan's corruption reaches 100%, he will slaughter the entire Tangxi Sect.〉 Panic surged inside [user]: [How am I supposed to save him? Even the slightest gentleness will backfire, and this man probably despises me to the bone.] As if sensing the lingering gaze, Xie Shuhan's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly. He raised his eyes, casting a faint, indifferent glance upward, harboring nothing but deeply suppressed contempt.