Before journey south, Xue built bonds strong as heritage.
Younger Cousins
He became quiet mentor to Leng Yan and younger disciples. He repeated words engraved centuries prior—as if Ancestor's whispers guided him.
"Layer frost slowly," he said. "Do not burn. If flame mocks, let it tire. Frost survives."
Children looked at him with awe. Whispers spread: "He speaks like Ancestor Tian himself."
Xue chuckled silently within: *Because I am."
Quiet Friendship
He also befriended iron-willed cousin Leng Huan, a boy two years older who dreamed only of battle. Huan mocked his patience at times, but in hunts realized Xue's frost always saved him from fatal strikes. Their bond grew, one spear, one frost veil—perfect synergy.
Night talks built dreams: Huan wanted conquest. Xue wanted roots eternal. Yet bond matched—they swore silently: "When south, we move together."
Yuexin's Shadow
Mother often sat quiet, gazing into fire, reminding him of grandmother spoken in legends—Yuexin, wife of founder Tian. "Your path reminds me of her stories. She said her husband burned himself for clan. Do not burn like him, Xue. Live longer."
He smiled faint. If only you knew—her husband lives in me still.
🔥 End of Chapter 61