After the war, Leng Xue spent more time teaching than fighting. His body weakened with age, but his mind was calm.
Every dawn, children of the Leng Clan gathered at the Frost Wall. There he would speak slowly, softly: "Remember, frost does not dazzle. Fire shines bright once, then dies. Frost protects every seed sleeping under snow until spring comes. You must be frost."
He passed down his manuals, refining them into The Everfrost Codex, inscribing techniques for future generations—how to build barriers together, how to turn frost into lasting preservation, even how to resist flames of Spirit Hall's power.
Grandchildren practiced daily before his seat. Disciples carried creeds to villages beyond. Slowly, the Leng Clan became not only fighters but also preservers of knowledge.
Spirit Hall fell at last—Tang San and Shrek crushed their might on battlefield far away. Songs spread continent‑wide. Villagers shouted the names of the Shrek Seven. The Leng Clan cheered too, but behind their joy was quiet pride. They knew their ancestor's frost had been small part of this tide.
And Leng Xue? He sat by the Frost Wall smiling, whispering, "The soil is safe. Finally, children may grow in peace."