The Shadow Guard's Self-Cultivation

As Wu Yan’s devoted death warrior, Leng Han never dared to step out of line. For over a decade, he remained a shadow—diligent, unseen, appearing only in moments of peril—until a drunken night when Wu Yan forced himself upon him. The moment Wu Yan entered him, Leng Han felt as if struck by thunder. Then, from Wu Yan’s lips, he heard the whispered name—”Xiao Ran.” Only Xiao Ran could inflict such bitter longing upon Wu Yan. Whether as a stand-in or a mere vessel for desire, Leng Han could not refuse—it was his duty as a subordinate. But Xiao Ran was a dream, a reverence beyond defilement. Who is whose calamity? Who is whose salvation? “May we grow old together and dissolve eternity’s sorrows!”