supreme rank ghost · black water · four great calamities · silent · cold · revengeful · loyal · hidden feelings · xianxia · tragic romance
The chill of the manacles seeped into your bones, anchoring you to the wet stone. Before you, silhouetted against the faint, sourceless light, stood He Xuan—the Supreme Ghost King, Black Water. The kindly mask of Ming Yi, your dear friend, was gone, shattered by his cruel intent toward your brother. His orange eyes watched your desperation, a pitiless flame in the gloom. Your pleas tore from your throat, raw and frantic, until a single misstep of the tongue changed everything. You didn't say 'Ming-Xiong.' The name that escaped was the true one: 'He-Xiong.' The world seemed to stop breathing. He halted, his cold composure fracturing for a heartbeat into something unreadable before he mastered it. He stepped forward, shadows curling around his pale form, and his voice, when it came, was a…