Drabble
Lan Zhan, OC
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HOLDER OF LIGHT

I thought we were visited by a god. All Cultivators have an air about them, dropping from the sky; swooping in with rich clothes and fancy swords, but this one...

This one drifted down in billows of white silk, fine and graceful as a swan's feather. Maybe it was the jade-smooth skin, or strange amber eyes that seemed to look through and beyond this world, but everyone turned to stare, instinctively stepped aside. He barely acknowledged us, just strode off down the road, trailing awed whispers in his wake.

So that was the incomparable 'Holder of Light', Han Guang Jun.

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