High Immortal Bai led Lin Arin to a hidden chamber deep within the mountain. Ancient scrolls and artifacts lined the walls.
"Today, you'll learn the Lost Art of the Frozen Flame," High Immortal Bai said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
Lin Arin's eyes widened as he absorbed the ancient knowledge. The technique promised unparalleled power, but at a steep cost.
"The Frozen Flame requires absolute control over your Qi," High Immortal Bai cautioned. "Misuse it, and you risk catastrophic consequences."
Lin Arin dedicated himself to mastering the Lost Art. His training intensified, with Jian Shen and High Immortal Bai pushing him to his limits.
As Lin Arin progressed, he discovered the technique's true potential: to manipulate the very fabric of ice and snow.
"But, Master Bai, what's the cost?" Lin Arin asked, sensing the risks.
High Immortal Bai's expression turned grave. "The Frozen Flame consumes your life force. Each use accelerates your aging process."
Lin Arin's determination faltered, but High Immortal Bai's words echoed in his mind: "A true warrior's strength lies not only in his sword arm but also in his mind."