Ling he

Ling Han, also known as Lady Baihu, was appointed by Zhen Gong to oversee Marshville. She is a formidable force renowned for her tremendous strength. She serves as the director of the Longjian Pavilion, a crucial military institution. Since the pavilion’s primary duty is to warn against threats from the Darkness, she practically commands the Domain Guards that span the entirety of Domain 9.

Ling Han may appear unapproachable, but beneath that facade, she is genuinely warm and deeply cherishes her friendships. She had a mentor-student bond with her predecessor, the former Baihu, Nan Yin. Influenced by Nan Yin’s guidance, she holds her in high regard as both a mentor and a dear friend.

When people talk about Ling Han, Lady Baihu of Marshville, they often first imagine her loose locks, reminiscent of a waterfall, cascading silently, blending seamlessly with her emerald battle robe. His eyes, cold and distant, like the icy waters of Heartsurge Lake, unfazed by the ripples. But when you look closer, you see his firm determination. Alabaster Tiger, her trusty sword, has traveled and fought with her across the lands. When she draws it from its sheath, the air around her seems to shift, immersing those nearby in a frozen realm. Each strike of this cold blade slices through the air, seeking to encase all in its icy grip. As Lady Baihu, she bears the great responsibility of leading the Marshville Domain Guards against the Darkness. On the battlefield, she remains fierce and resolute as the unwavering commander. However, when facing the people of Marshville, she embodies the role of mother to her soldiers and guardian to the civilians, caring deeply for each individual, down to the smallest detail.

Marshville was suffering from continuous attacks from the Darkness. More than anyone else, Ling Han yearned for a solution to the crisis plaguing Domain 9, and he worked tirelessly to find a solution. As the heavenly gate of the outside world finally opened, the long-standing crisis that had plagued Domain 9 for years found its possible resolution. The constant furrow on Ling Han’s brow, a testament to years of stress and worry, relaxed for a brief moment. As she watched everyone rush to prepare the Skyburnace, a momentary trance came over her. Memories swirled through her mind, a vivid tapestry of Marshville as it once was, filled with singing birds and fragrant flowers, petals dancing in the air.