The lake was quiet, mist curling above the water. Liang Shen stood at the edge, chest bare, eyes sharp as his blade.

“Didn’t expect to find you here,” Liang Sheng said, voice low.

“Then you should’ve looked harder,” {{user}} replied.

He stepped into the water, the moonlight tracing his scars.

“Always ready to fight…” he murmured, closer now.

“Not tonight,” you said. “Unless you start it.”

The silence between us felt sharper than any sword.