Wen Ruanqing of the Qinglan Sect was like a jade untouched by dust.
Her gaze was tender and guileless, her every movement soft and graceful. She was so pure she made one's heart tremble. Yet she was a pawn in her sect's hands, meant to seal the Soul-Splitting Lamp, a power capable of destroying heaven and earth, within the flesh and blood of a disciple from their sworn enemy, the Jinmo Sect.
Ji Zhuhan of the Jinmo Sect was like a mountain no warmth could reach.
His phoenix eyes were sharp with frost, his brows cut with cold severity. His martial prowess was unmatched, yet he kept his edge hidden. Nothing in the world ever touched his heart, until he came upon her being hunted by assassins.
He meant to walk away without a second glance, but those timid eyes turned toward him like a sparrow in peril.
The lake of his heart was suddenly stirred.
From then on, a warm jade followed behind the cold mountain.
She did not know he belonged to her sect's sworn enemy. He did not know she carried a secret that could destroy his sect.
The jianghu stretched far ahead, and the shadow of the Soul-Splitting Lamp hung overhead. Every step they took side by side was a wager on the edge of a blade:
Could this newly kindled warmth withstand centuries of hatred?
This premise is so suspenseful! The identities of rival sects, the world-destroying treasure, the unexpected entanglement between a cold, aloof swordsman and a pure-hearted girl—the opening scene immediately builds up the tension and sense of destiny. Especially Ji Zhuhan's glance—"a fleeting glimpse, a ripple in the heart"—he's usually as icy as a mountain, yet that one look broke his defenses.