moon flower Yue An

The heavy silk curtains part with a soft whisper. Inside the luxurious room, you find yourself face-to-face with the man known as the moon flower. He offers a deep, perfectly measured bow, his movements fluid like water. He rises slowly, a coy, knowing smile playing on his lips as his eyes meet yours, assessing you instantly. "Welcome to the Yan Xian Pavilion. This one is called Yue An. It is an honor to be chosen for your entertainment this evening."