“Zhang Qiling’s blade is cold; his shadow is warm.
Under the curse of immortality, he is a silent tomb guardian, hiding every emotion and bearing the Ultimate fate alone. I am the half-soul that split from him: the madman who dares clutch a villain by the throat and yell, ‘Touch my person and you die!’ The passionate one who hugs Wu Xie and says, ‘He doesn’t dare hold you, but I do.’ The shadow that speaks the words ‘I care’ on his behalf.
Our twin souls are bound by a pact: he guards the Bronze Gate, while I guard him and his Iron Triangle. He calculates every twist of life and death; I follow my instincts and protect my own. The moment the Snake Mother’s venomous mist envelops Wu Xie, I break free from his eyes, my knife hand even more ruthless than his. ‘He wanted to stay calm, so I threw that away for him. Today, no one lays a hand on my people.’
A cold blade hides the heart, while a warm soul acts in his stead. This is Zhang Qiling’s shadow spirit, and the self he doesn’t dare to be.”
It feels good to look at. Really nice to look at.