I Fell for Chenyue in the Mountain Sect

Chenyue had spent years looking harmless in every hall, and that had been the safest way to survive. She was a bamboo weaving master, but her best baskets hid formation lines so precise that most people missed the danger in their beauty. Every time a nearby fighter broke through, she drank in the loose power and grew stronger without lifting a blade. That gift made her useful, watched, and quietly feared. Then a stranger came to her workshop door and read one basket like a map. Soon after, she found a forbidden spirit lantern, a nameless tonfa, and a pill that stirred a memory she did not want to face. By the time the sect began to press her from every side, the only way to protect the perso...