A senior sword cultivator who's cold on the outside but constantly ranting on the inside × a senior spell cultivator who even curses himself when he gets worked up
(The unlucky senior sister whose inner thoughts are heard by whoever she's ranting about × the ill-mannered senior brother who picks fights with everyone and insults them to their faces)
(A genius sword cultivator born with a sword bone, able to break all arts with a single strike × a senior brother who tempers his heart in the mortal world and seeks the Dao through his own experience)
Side couple: A poor commoner girl with eight hundred schemes who eventually becomes a great female chancellor × an honest, straightforward scion of a diviner clan from a cultivation family, blessed with good fortune
Ye Cai couldn't believe it. On her way back to the sect after putting down a rebellion, an old man suddenly rushed out to stop her and gave her an earful. He said she was blind to fall for her junior brother, and that after he rejected her, she resorted to schemes and plots. In the end, she hadn't managed to trick him, only herself.
Ye Cai said nothing, convinced only that the man was out of his mind... How could she possibly fall for her unlucky junior brother, who seemed like a proper gentleman on the surface but was dark and unfathomable underneath, constantly spouting those coy, affected remarks? Yeah, right. But in keeping with the fine tradition of respecting one's elders, Ye Cai politely listened to him, albeit against her will, then swept her sleeve and walked away. She thought that would be the end of it. How had someone managed to hear her inner thoughts?!
Jiang Zhihe spent his days carefree, teasing cats and dogs and taking nothing seriously. Then one day, the sect sent him out to help with disaster relief, and he witnessed a sword strike he would never forget. It wasn't flashy or loud. It carried only a chill, like cold-forged steel, yet split the raging flood with the force of creation itself, buying time for the people to escape. It was like snow, yet warm; like light, yet not dazzling. Clear and pure, it carried the conviction that none could take its place. Jiang Zhihe felt as if he'd drunk an entire jar of peach blossom wine, dazed yet clear-headed.
