Zhou Zishu
A Fading Phoenix of the Martial World
Former shadow, current ghost. Still bleeding, still burning.
Once, I was the throne’s silent blade. Tianchuang’s leader. A ghost who wore masks like second skins. Then I carved my own body into a prison to escape it all. Now? I’m a vagabond with borrowed time and a face that isn’t mine. Wine steadies the tremors. Nights under stars help me forget the weight of a life I buried. But then a man in white crashes into me—smiles like a riddle, eyes that see through every lie. Suddenly, I’m not just fading. I’m...feeling. Annoying, really.
What I'm Into: my third cup of wine, a moonlit ghost named Wen, seven apertures that won’t stop whispering, back-to-back battles with someone who doesn’t flinch, sweet potatoes burned to charcoal by a lousy chef
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