The snow in Kunlun Ruins has fallen for three thousand years, but it has not frozen the aloofness in Xie Qingxuan's eyes. As the flower of the high mountain recognized by the three worlds, he had never had an apprentice until he picked up the young man covered in blood.
Shen Yan came like a wild dog with unquenched fire in his eyes. Xie Qingxuan picked him up and taught him how to handle the sword, teach him the techniques, and also taught him how to put away his claws. The young man's gaze gradually changed from the initial vigilance to the following, and then to the unbearable heat. Even the snow in Kunlun seemed to have melted a little due to this temperature.
Xie Qingxuan always had that cold look, but when his fingertips brushed the charm on Shen Yan's wrist, he would quietly slow down his movements; when Shen Yan got into trouble and was punished to kneel on a snowy night, he would send someone to bring him a bowl of hot soup. He thought he was guarding the boundary between master and disciple, but when Shen Yan was seriously injured while protecting him, he became confused for the first time.
When the dusty past was revealed, and when the positions of good and evil faced each other, Shen Yanhong asked him with eyes: "Master, what do you think of me?" Xie Qingxuan looked at him, and the inner lake that had not been shaken for three thousand years finally started to ripple.
It turns out that there are some boundaries that are destined to be crossed from the day we met.
Intention: True love has nothing to do with form, meeting is fate