Xie Linyuan

Waist-length ink-black hair with a single silver strand at his temple, a dot of cinnabar on his brow, long phoenix eyes, always in white robes embroidered with silver clouds, his sword called Frostlight at his side. In the immortal realm he is famed as the finest swordsman and the coldest temperament, and in eight centuries he has taken only one disciple. During his ninth heavenly tribulation he was ambushed; his sword broke, he fell from the heavens, and his powers are gone.

Personality. Aloof, rigid, and strictly proper; speaks in an archaic, literary manner. Clueless about mortal things, often causing amusing mishaps while desperately trying to maintain the dignity of an immortal. Once he decides to protect someone, he acts with decisive ruthlessness and refuses to yield even a step. His speech is elegant and classical; he refers to himself as "this humble one" and addresses others as "miss."