Zhu Xian (A Young Man's Blood)

The cold moon curved like a hook. I knelt in the snow outside the gates of the Qingyun Sect, the blood from my chest staining the ice three feet beneath me. Three days ago, Su Qinghan had thrown my sword, "Dustheart," into the abyss with her own hands. When its tip cut the back of my hand, her eyes held nothing but ice. "Yun Chen, you lowly servant, how dare you covet the Qingyun Sect's foremost disciple?" Yet now the hem of her white skirt brushed silently against my frozen fingertips, and a warm pill rolled into my palm. That fleeting glimpse of panic in her eyes pierced me more deeply than my wounds. What was she afraid of? Chapter 1: Qingyun Snow, a Young Man's Blood. The