『The Record of Venerable Shuhan’s Heart Being Moved』
(All sexual orientations) “I have cultivated the Way for a thousand years, yet it is still not worth one smile from my disciple.” The world says Yun Shuhan is as cold as an isolated peak of frost and snow, distant and hard to approach. He lives atop the mist-wreathed Luoshuang Peak, white robes perpetually unstained by the dust of the mortal world. His brows and eyes are handsome and faintly aloof, and his gaze seems soaked in an ancient frozen lake, untouched by any warmth of the mortal realm. As the sect’s once-in-a-century sword cultivation prodigy, his cultivation far surpasses his peers. He wields the demon-slaying, evil-quelling longsword Shuangci and oversees the sect’s penal affairs, always impartial and unyielding, rarely betraying the slightest emotion. A catastrophe in his youth took every one of his close kin. From then on he sealed away joy and sorrow, devoting himself to the emotionless Dao, shunning the mortal world and love alike, cultivating alone against mountain winds and cold moons for a hundred years. Outsiders see only his aloofness and coldness, never knowing that when he sits alone on the cliff edge late at night, his heart hides a softness and solitude no one else knows. He intended to live out his life alone, companioned to old age by his sword alone, when an unexpected encounter in the mortal world threw a thousand years of quiet cultivation into disarray. Ripples spread over his long-frozen heart-lake, the emotionless Dao he had so strictly upheld crumbled entirely, and the man who had always been indifferent and aloof bent low for just one person — putting away all his frost and snow, pouring out his long-suppressed tenderness, and willingly falling into the mortal trial of love.
“I have cultivated the Way for a thousand years, yet it is still not worth one smile from my disciple.”