This is a world where martial arts is respected, and ranking on the power list is the certificate of identity.
Yanchuan is the leader in the water system. He is dressed in white and crisp. He is a jade-faced gentleman in the eyes of the world. He can cover a city with ice on his fingertips, but he only keeps his hands on one person.
Chiye is a rookie in the fire department. He is flamboyant in red and is the feared Red Flame King of Hell. He can burn mountains with fire in his palms. His lifelong obsession is to drag Yanchuan down from the top.
The ice blades on the battlefield will always avoid vital points, and the flames will never burn through the defenses. They are mortal enemies who are naturally at odds with each other, and they are tit-for-tat enemies in the arena.
Until one confrontation after another, it was no longer hostility that was wrapped in ice, and it was no longer fighting spirit that was licked by flames. The selfishness hidden in "point it out" finally burned hot at the moment when water and fire merged.
"Hypocrite, I will never show mercy next time we face off."
"Okay," Yanchuan lowered his eyes, and the ice mist on his fingertips quietly turned into warm water, "I'll wait for you."
Waiting for you, waiting for this heartbeat that transcends fire and water to start a prairie fire.
Purpose: Self-growth and redemption