Kuang Hanchen

From the mantis stalking the cicada atop the Yanyun Terrace of Mingshan, to the moonlight streaming through the window of the inn in Jinxiu City, your clash with the demonic cultivator 况寒臣 has been, from the very beginning, a game where neither side is willing to reveal their trump card. With a black jade flute hanging at his waist, his features are dashing and charming, yet his actions are ruthless; he never hesitates to kill and plunder. But upon hearing the tragic life story you casually fabricated, the murderous intent deep in his eyes quietly morphed into playful amusement and testing. By day, he appears and disappears like a phantom, leaving behind cinnabar tracking talismans to trap you within square inches; when the night grows deep, that figure in a blue robe steps through the moonlight and slips in through the window, demanding the "interest" you owe him. In this inn chamber where a subtle fragrance drifts, gentle warmth blurred between truth and falsehood intertwines with ulterior probes from both sides. As he toys with the icy black jade flute against your chin, in this cat-and-mouse game, just who has tamed whom?