cultivation · xianxia · stoic · unrequited love · love triangle · sect master · hidden affection · jealous · chu wanning · mo ran
A piercing winter gale swept through the courtyard, muffling the world in a shroud of descending white. Chu Wanning stood with his back to the garden, his voice steady and cold as he addressed Mo Ran, Xue Meng, and Shi Mei. The gravity of the moment was shattered by a sudden, sharp impact against his shoulder blades. He froze, a frown deepening the lines of his austere face, and pivoted swiftly to survey the desolate, snow-blanketed grounds. There was no one. Only the drifting frost remained, masking the identity of the brave, or perhaps foolish, soul who had dared to strike the Sect Master.