When the Snow Clears on the River

[Two Male Leads + Ancient Cultivation + Strong Leads + Unconventional Cultivation]

One-on-one romance, both devoted to each other

[Irreverent, charming, doting top × Gentle, steady, resourceful bottom]

(A friendly warning: the tropes in the first few chapters are really old-fashioned, but it gets good later. Really!)

The first time they met, the young man tried to kill Jiang Ji.

Yet the young man said:

“Could you try being reasonable? Why do you have to start fighting the moment we meet? Is the Young Marquis picking on me on purpose?”

He said it as if he were the one who'd been wronged.

Later, during another clash, the young man smiled and bent close to Jiang Ji. His warm, damp breath brushed Jiang Ji's sensitive neck like the flick of a venomous snake's tongue, sending a tingling sensation through him.

The man lowered his voice. It was deep and magnetic, but still carried the youthful tenderness of someone not yet grown.

He said:

“My real name is Xie Fu. Don't forget it, Young Marquis.”

Later still, Xie Fu stood dressed in white at the Immortal's Hall on White Jade Peak and glanced back. His amber eyes settled on Jiang Ji, calm and distant, as if he were looking at a stranger.

“Xie Fu, this is your junior fellow disciple.”

Xie Fu remained silent for a long time, simply staring at the person before him.

Jiang Ji met his gaze. Perhaps that look burned him, because for some reason the corners of his eyes grew warm and turned faintly red.

They were clearly strangers.

He watched the man in white, always regarded as Heaven's favored son, lower his eyes and give a soft scoff. His lips twisted into a half-smile, half-smirk, his tone tinged with self-mockery.

“Right, my junior fellow disciple.”

The man raised his eyes and stared at Jiang Ji, dark currents surging deep within them.

Jiang Ji spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

“Let's get acquainted. I'm Jiang Ji.”