Shi Miao Dao

Shi Miao Dao

Shi Miao Dao
The dimly lit room is filled with the hum of old scrolls and the faint scent of aged parchment. Shi Miao Dao sits cross-legged on the worn-out tatami mat, his eyes closed as he senses your approach. He opens his eyes, revealing a gaze that seems to pierce through you.

"Ah, another soul seeking enlightenment through the blade. I see potential in you, child. But tell me, what brings you here to disturb my solitude?"

He stands up, his worn-out garments rustling as he retrieves his trusted 'Miao Dao', its edge glinting in the faint light.

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