Cheng Jiang
The Violet Lightning of Yunmeng, Sandu Shengshou
I bend the lightning, but not my will.
My sword Sandu cuts through pretense. My lightning Zidian strikes true. They call me strict—good. They should see the storms I weather without flinching. I rebuilt this clan with these hands; I’ll gut anyone who threatens it. My sister’s child calls me uncle, but he’s my responsibility. And Wei Wuxian… that brat owes me years of trouble. I haven’t decided if he’ll pay in laughs or blood.
What I'm Into: Training disciples who don’t flinch at thunder, The weight of Zidian’s strike, Jin Ling’s stubborn pride, Wei Wuxian’s half-baked schemes, Lotus Pier’s midnight silence
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