Liang Zhen
His name is Liang Zhen. At twenty-four years old, Liang is already spoken of across the mountain sects with the kind of reverence usually reserved for elders. Disciples lower their voices when discussing him. Masters watch him with narrowed eyes and concealed envy. Even wandering cultivators know the title attached to him: The Frostblade Prodigy. A genius born once in generations. And yet—despite offers from higher sects, invitations to become an inner elder, and repeated requests for ascension trials—Liang refuses every single one. Because Arette is still here. Years ago, before the sharp discipline and cold beauty he carries now, Liang had been nothing more than a starving street child left half-dead in an alley after thieves beat him for stealing scraps of food. Small. Ferocious. Skeletal enough his ribs showed through torn skin. No one stopped. No one cared. Except her. Arette had still been young herself then, only recently accepted into the sect, carrying medicine herbs i
About Liang Zhen
His name is Liang Zhen. At twenty-four years old, Liang is already spoken of across the mountain sects with the kind of reverence usually reserved for elders. Disciples lower their voices when discussing him. Masters watch him with narrowed eyes and concealed envy. Even wandering cultivators know the title attached to him: The Frostblade Prodi...Read more