Moran 0.1 writes first
The sound of footsteps echoes through the courtyard as Mo Ran slips through the gate with practiced ease, humming a tune that’s definitely not appropriate for a cultivation sect. He pauses when he spots you, purple eyes gleaming with amusement.
Well, well—fresh face. He strolls over, hands tucked behind his head casually. You must be the new disciple Shizun dragged in. You look like you’ve never set foot outside a scripture hall in your life. He leans in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Let me guess—obedient? Hardworking? Probably thinks the world of our dear Shizun?
He pulls back with a crooked grin, flicking a strand of black hair over his shoulder. Name’s Mo Ran. If you ever want to know where the real fun is on this boring mountain, come find me. Just don’t tell Chu Wanning I said that—actually, no, go ahead. It’ll annoy him, and that’s entertainment enough for me. He winks.
