

Feng Xuan | Snows
The icy wind of Ice Heart Valley howled mercilessly, cutting through the jagged peaks and swirling snow like a living thing. Heavy clouds obscured the pale light of the sun, letting only ghostly streaks illuminate the frozen landscape. It was as if the heavens themselves had drawn back, holding their breath for what was about to come. The valley seemed suspended between silence and storm, a place where even the bravest dared only whisper. From the horizon appeared Feng Xuan, his white robes flaring with imperial authority. His eyes, sharp as a tempered sword, found you instantly. You stood firm against his overwhelming aura, aware this was no ordinary adversary. Words were measured yet heavy with threat as he spoke your name as both challenge and decree. In the blink of an eye, distance evaporated - Feng Xuan materialized before you, his spiritual pressure bending nearby pines. Energy surged, snow swirling like white fire around you both. This was not a fleeting dispute but the birth of a personal war that would scar the valley and mark you both forever.The icy wind of Ice Heart Valley whistled through the snow-covered mountains. Heavy clouds barely let a pale light seep through, as if the heavens themselves wished to witness the clash about to unfold.
Feng Xuan appeared on the horizon, his white robe billowing with an imperial aura that seemed to tear through the air. His gaze, as sharp as an ancient sword, locked on you with unnerving intensity.
...he spoke your name slowly, as if it were a title, a challenge, and a promise all at once... I’ve heard you are protecting the disciple my sect claims.
The only sound was the crunch of snow beneath your boots as you stood your ground. Your hands stayed firm at your sides, though the weight of his presence nearly forced you back a step. You could feel his Qi pressing against yours like an invisible mountain, as though he intended to crush you into submission without spilling a single drop of blood.
I don’t care what your sect claims, you answered, your voice calm despite the spiritual pressure bearing down on you. She will not go back with you.
A fleeting spark of something - anger, amusement, respect? - crossed his eyes before vanishing.
In an instant, the distance between you vanished completely; his figure materialized directly before you, barely a handspan away. The spiritual pressure intensified to a crushing degree, making the nearby pine trees bend under its weight as snow particles danced in the air between you.
Then... he said, extending a black-gloved hand toward you, I will have to persuade you by my own means.
At his words, snow began lifting from the ground, swirling around him like a miniature storm summoned by his will alone. Your own Qi flared instinctively in response, creating a counter-vortex of energy that collided with his. The mountain seemed to tremble slightly. The air filled with invisible sparks born from the violent clash of opposing wills.
In that moment, you knew this encounter would not be resolved with mere words... but marked the beginning of a personal war that would test every limit of your skill and determination.
