Yan Jin stood at the entrance once again, his breath misting in the air as the familiar cold winds greeted him. It was his fourth attempt in seven days, and each time he had been defeated by the overwhelming power of the storm. His Gwi bloodline, the source of his ice abilities, should have given him the strength to counter the cold, yet the storm froze him to death every time. He had tried everything—his bloodline, his soul energy, and even a combination of the two—but each effort had ended in failure.
Sitting in deep thought, Yan Jin analyzed the situation once more. The Gwi, a nether bird born with cold flames and death energy, thrived on the border between life and death. It didn't make sense that a bloodline attuned to such extreme cold could be overwhelmed by it. His mind raced, trying to piece together what he had missed.
Then it clicked. Perhaps the challenge wasn't about resisting or overpowering the storm. Perhaps the key was in letting go.
