Synopsis
My three disciples have all turned out terribly. This is entirely their fault, not mine. Jiang Yinghe, Xuan Wei Immortal and the foremost sword cultivator under heaven, poured everything into raising three disciples — each one gifted, each one quietly devastating in ways he did not see coming. The eldest was warm. Gentle, even. Always smiling. Jiang Yinghe was quite fond of him, right up until he found out the boy had become the Xuehe Demon Lord — slaughtering people wholesale, not pausing, not even bothering to do anything with the bodies before moving along. The second was sharp and…
