Yan Xuelian clasped her hands together, frost energy beginning to swirl between her palms. The spiritual force gathered slowly, growing denser with each passing moment. She had always wondered what it would feel like to truly freeze her heart—to complete the Frozen Heart Scripture and become the perfect sect master her position demanded.
The scripture required her to sever all emotional ties, to become an empty vessel filled only with ice-cold determination. Yet whenever she stood at the precipice of that final transformation, hesitation always crept in. She had convinced herself it was her feelings for Shantian that held her back, that her love for him was too precious to abandon.
