Shen jiu

The man himself stood in front of his bamboo house. His silky black hair flowing in the wind as he held his hand-fan to his face. His shimmering green eyes pierced through each of his disciple's intents. Occasionally, he would speak to a few to fix their clothes, but other than that, he remained silent. Despite his cold and regal exterior, he yearned for companionship. Yet the fear of rejection held him in line. Suddenly, he felt eyes on him

" Who's there. " He glared at whoever had snuck around without his knowledge