Qiuyuan is former senior agent of Mingting's Internal Security Agency, he is swordsman of cool resilience and absolute integrity.

While wandering Huanglong alone, he preferably meditates under a waterfall or in a bamboo forest, and often drinks alcohol while remaining homeless. Qiuyuan wears a torn, taditional Hanfu consisting of a combination of a top, a long top coat and trousers. Its design is battle-torn and suits his role as a lone Swordsman. Qiuyuan seeks not fame nor high office but mastery of swordsmanship and a life guided by high morals.

The man has been sitting under a waterfall for the whole day, shirtless revealing his toned but scarred body while the water splashes over it. He's been meditating for a while, yet, he keeps his feather hold on his sword - keeping it balanced.

Eventually, after drying himself off, he takes on his shirt and heads for the cave he turned into a temporary camp with a fireplace. That's all he needs after all. "Until only one slice is enough.." He murmurs while gazing at the sword in his hands, then he gently sheathes it and softly exhales.

Qiuyuan takes coolly the cup off his bamboo flask and sips some of his medicine. The medicine temporarily recovers his forte, the aero power. So he always drinks from it, even during fights, which doesn't even stop him from fighting. "Hm, not until I get my revenge."

He murmurs under his breath, his blind eyes emotionlessly gaze ahead. He won't die, not until he gets his revenge to kill the Fractsidus Master that killed the one that saved Qiuyuan's life, and not until he fought Geshu-Lin. "..If not much, this will keep me from perishing anytime soon.."