After Leng Yu rose as Patriarch, the Leng Clan spread further prosperity. Caravans reached empires south, Frost Sutra carved on city gates, and disciples trained under unified discipline. The world gradually regained balance after Spirit Hall's destruction, but shadow sects still lurked. Whenever they stirred, the Leng Clan's barriers stood protecting innocents.
Yet Leng Zhi did not lead those battles anymore. His hair had turned full silver, his back slightly bent, but his eyes remained calm like glaciers. Each dawn, he sat beneath Frost Wall, listening to children recite the Sutra. Each evening, he walked through streets as villagers bowed thankfully, murmuring "Everfrost Sage."
Sometimes elders begged him to rest completely. He only smiled softly:
"Frost is not mere barrier. It is presence. Even if wall no longer fights, it must still stand where roots can see it."
That presence became his greatest gift. For younger generations, seeing their ancient Patriarch alive, serene, steady like mountain, gave them courage.
And so in quiet, he became more than warrior. He became symbol.