On the Icy Immortal Mountain, High Immortal Bai took Lin Arin under his wing. The young master's innate curiosity and eagerness to learn impressed the immortal.
"Old Wu's legacy lives on in you, young one," High Immortal Bai said, smiling.
Lin Arin's days began with rigorous training. He learned swordsmanship from High Immortal Bai's senior disciple, Jian Shen.
"Focus your Qi, young master!" Jian Shen instructed.
Lin Arin's tiny hands grasped the miniature sword, swinging it with all his might. His movements were clumsy at first, but he persevered.
"Ha! You're a natural!" Jian Shen chuckled.
As Lin Arin progressed, High Immortal Bai revealed the secrets of the Icy Immortal Technique. The young master's prodigious mind absorbed the complex theories like a sponge.
"Your comprehension is astounding, Lin Arin!" High Immortal Bai exclaimed.
Old Wu's memories lingered in Lin Arin's heart. He recalled the steward's words: "A true warrior's strength lies not only in his sword arm but also in his mind."
Lin Arin's training intensified. He practiced sword forms amidst icy storms, honed his Qi control, and studied ancient tomes.
One fateful day, while exploring the mountain, Lin Arin stumbled upon a hidden cave. Inside, he discovered an ancient scroll with cryptic symbols.
"What's this, Master Bai?" Lin Arin asked.
"Ah, the Lost Art of the Frozen Flame," High Immortal Bai replied. "A powerful technique, hidden for centuries. You're not ready yet, but..."
Lin Arin's eyes sparkled. "I'll master it, Master Bai!"
High Immortal Bai chuckled. "I have no doubt."
As Lin Arin grew, his bond with Jian Shen and High Immortal Bai deepened. Laughter echoed through the mountain, mingling with the sound of clashing swords.
Humor and camaraderie tempered Lin Arin's resolve. He knew his journey would be fraught with danger, but with his mentors' guidance, he was ready to face whatever lay ahead.