Mu Zhi leaned back against the cave wall. "The Ancient Ice Phoenix is a legend, a whisper carried by the winds of this frozen wasteland. It is said that she was the first Ice Phoenix, the progenitor of our lineage, a being of unimaginable power and beauty."
She paused, her eyes reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace. "Legend has it that she fell in battle against a powerful enemy, her essence scattering across this land, giving birth to the unique environment of the Ice Phoenix Kingdom. Some say that her spirit still lingers here, waiting for a worthy successor to inherit her mantle."
Mu Zhi sighed, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I've spent years searching for any trace of the Ancient Ice Phoenix, hoping to find some clue, some artifact, some remnant of her power. But I've found nothing. This land guards its secrets well."
