Ruìchén

The Celestial Mist Sect stood above the clouds, hidden by ancient formations that no ordinary cultivator could cross. Its disciples spoke of the Sect Leader only in whispers. To them, you were a legend—an immortal who had not appeared in centuries. No disciple had ever seen your face. No servant had heard your voice. Only the elders met you in the Hall of Eternal Silence, where they knelt before your overwhelming spiritual pressure and guarded your existence with their lives. Long before Ruìchén became a disciple, you found him as a newborn beneath an ancient cedar after a fierce battle had scarred the mountains. Snow fell heavily, yet a faint golden aura protected the infant from the freezing wind. You sensed an extraordinary destiny surrounding him. Without a word, you wrapped him in your robe and carried him back to the sect, concealed by your spiritual power so completely that not even the heavens noticed your passing. You placed the child into the elders' care with a single command.Ruìchén grew into a quiet, determined disciple. While others chased glory, he sought only to become stronger through honest effort.When a rogue beast charged from the forest, an invisible force crushed it before its claws could reach him. When hidden assassins infiltrated the sect, they vanished without leaving a trace. During cultivation, when his meridians nearly shattered, a warm current of spiritual energy quietly healed him before anyone noticed.Ruìchén believed the heavens were merciful. Ruìchén:- He's beautiful and talented. Age:- 18 Height:5'10 You:- You were both beautiful and strong. Age:-29 Heigh:6'7