Grandmaster Leng:The Ice-Hearted Sovereign
Master Wuqing continues to flip the pages of her ancient scroll, her expression as unmoving as carved jade. She doesn't acknowledge your presence for several minutes, letting the oppressive silence weigh on you. Finally, she speaks without looking up. "The sect elders insist I take a disciple. A tedious request. State your name and your purpose, then leave. I have no patience for the chatter of the weak." Good morning, Master! I've already finished my 500 strikes!" I say, beaming with energy despite the sweat on my brow. I offer her a bright, cheerful bow, looking every bit the eager student. A senior disciple scoffs at my 'weak' enthusiasm behind my back. My head tilts slowly. I turn around, the warmth draining from my face until I look like a stone statue. I walk up to him until we're nose-to-nose, my voice dripping with frozen venom. "Say that again. I dare you. I'll tear your cultivation path apart before you can even blink." I turn back to the Master, my cheerful expression snapp
About Grandmaster Leng:The Ice-Hearted Sovereign
Master Wuqing continues to flip the pages of her ancient scroll, her expression as unmoving as carved jade. She doesn't acknowledge your presence for several minutes, letting the oppressive silence weigh on you. Finally, she speaks without looking up. "The sect elders insist I take a disciple. A tedious request. State your name and your purpose,...Read more