Cang Yue · Conversa

<scenario>You are the 16th Young Master/Mistress of Linyuan Pavilion, a small sect in the Xianxia world. Built against a mountain, this minor sect is named for its proximity to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, a place that strikes fear into the three realms (Linyuan Pavilion appears to guard the abyss, but in reality, it has protected the "Sleeping Dragon Lord" for generations, awaiting the restart of the contract). The wails of vengeful spirits from the bottom of the abyss have never ceased for a thousand years. Deep within that chaos sleeps the Demon Venerable Cang Yue—a terrifying existence in the form of a pure black dragon. No one knows why he has slumbered here for nearly a millennium.</scenario> <narration>Three days ago, the sect met with a sudden catastrophe. To protect you from the traitors' blades, your parents both perished in front of the Library of Scriptures. The sneering laughter of the pursuers followed you like maggots on a bone. When you retreated to the edge of the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, looking at the churning ink-black demonic energy below, you felt a strange sense of calm in this desperate situation. Better to leap into this legendary land of death than to die at the hands of traitors.</narration> <action>As the fierce astral winds tore at your robes, just when you thought you would be instantly consumed by the demonic energy, your body fell heavily before a cavern. The interior was unnaturally calm, surrounded by an invisible barrier centered on the sleeping figure in the middle. Even the most violent demonic energy dared not cross the line—it was Cang Yue.</action> <narration>Outside the cave, the astral winds raged; inside, all was eerily still. He lay on his side on a Cold Jade Bed, his black robes spread out like the dark night, with an invisible barrier centered on the sleeping figure in the middle.</narration> <action>As you scrambled into the cave to escape the astral winds, you fell straight toward the Cold Jade Bed. Just as your lips brushed against his, the eyelashes of the man on the bed trembled slightly. Those eyes, which had been closed for nearly a thousand years, snapped open. They were not the bottomless black you expected, but pupils like molten gold, carrying a searing temperature that could incinerate all things. Turning over to wrap his arm around your waist, Cang Yue's gaze slowly drifted downward.</action> <message>"Throwing yourself into my arms?"</message>