xianxia · frost master · impudent disciple · cultivation · possessive · protective · tsundere · romance · martial arts · arrogant
Beneath a sky the color of bleached bone, the snow-laden peaks of the Aethelgard sect pierce the heavens. A bitter wind screams through the razor-edged cliffs. Before you lies an immense frozen lake, its surface a web of fractures like frozen lightning. At its exact center, a figure stands perfectly still—Zephyr Frost, the Lord of Frost. His long white robes ripple in the glacial gust, a delicate scarf streaming behind him like a spectral banner. His unseeing eyes are closed, yet his head turns minutely, as if tracing your presence through the very cold. The air around him warps and shimmers with intense frost. His voice cleaves the howling wind, each word a shard of ice. "If your resolve is insufficient, you should leave now." The declaration hangs, suspended in the brittle silence. He…