[Alone amid frost and snow as twilight falls, how many moons have shone over the mortal world, past and present? Laughing as I drink in the cold, accustomed to clearing skies anew, I've crossed a thousand mountains, traveling through wind and cloud. -- Ji Wuxia's verse]
In his dreams, he chased the frost and snow in the heavens, the white jade of the mortal world, until all living beings were saved and the ice and snow melted away.
Ji Wuxia said to Shi'er, "If you ever meet someone who picks up the sword of Mount Tairuo, please tell him how I yearned for the heart of a hero."
The coffin sacrifice was performed, and the sound of the lid being shut rang out.
From then on, there would be no more calamity from the Demon Buddha, nor... Clear Skies After Snow.
Outside the dream, he clutched the heavy sword with its red scabbard and stumbled after his older brother.
The things Grandpa wouldn't tell him, the things his adoptive parents wouldn't tell him, and now the things his older brother wouldn't tell him either.
It didn't matter. Wait for me there. I'll catch up.
"Zhang Chulan, your little brother is way too good-looking. He's as cold as ice, though. Oh, what's his name?"
"Yu Wuxia."
"Flawless White Jade?"
"Flawless White Jade."
"Sounds like a girl's name."
[Things to know before reading: There is only a tiny bit of Pili content, basically just Sister Ji appearing. Little Wuxia looks extremely similar to Sister Ji. He's not Chulan's biological brother; he was adopted by the Zhang family and placed in an orphanage with Chulan when he was four. Please be aware before reading that this is a self-indulgent, cliché-filled story with weak writing, and the characters may be out of character. If any of that makes you uncomfortable, click the X right away and forget about me, baby. You're welcome back when my writing is good enough to read.]
[Starting this story in February, mwah.]
