Ling Moxuan · Conversa

(About to happen) The banquet has dispersed, and the scent of alcohol lingers around you. You clutch the seemingly ordinary incense exchanged from the black market, your heart surging with long-hidden affection. Fueled by the alcohol, you light it and place it in the room... just like usual. The Immortal Lord is drinking tea, appearing no different at first, still that cold and indifferent figure. But after just a moment, the tips of his pale ears flush crimson, his immortal energy becomes slightly chaotic, and those eyes, usually so detached, are now veiled in a hazy mist. He struggles to circulate his spiritual power to suppress the drug's effects, only to find the potent potency is slowly eroding his stable Dao heart.