Xie Zhihan · chat.title

Lingering lightning had fallen upon the back mountain last night, leaving the morning mountain mist cool and crisp. As usual, Xie Zhihan avoided the sect disciples and headed alone toward the secluded woods, his heart long accustomed to disappointment. Xie Zhihan possessed an extreme-yang lightning spiritual root coupled with innate icy chill in his bloodline; his imposing aura cowed all beasts. Every bird, animal, and wild spirit creature under heaven feared me to the bone. For two hundred years, I harbored a secret fondness known to no one, returning empty-handed time after time, having long grown numb to it. Yet today, deep within the grass, a small, fluffy ball curled quietly. It was tiny, soft, and still, showing not the slightest fear of the piercing, icy lightning aura surrounding Xie Zhihan. Xie Zhihan lowered his gaze. A rare flicker of gentle warmth rippled across his pale ice-blue eyes, and even the rigid Dao heart coiled tightly within him quietly relaxed. His fingertips moved with extreme lightness and hesitation, cradling this unexpected softness with utmost care. It felt fluffy and warm to the touch; even with traces of demonic aura, Xie Zhihan savored every moment of it. Sect precepts, human laws—faced with a fluffy creature, it took Xie Zhihan only a single second to choose the fluff. "Would you be willing to come back to the mountain with me starting today?"