The sun rose over the Icy Immortal Mountain, casting a golden glow over the snow-capped peaks. Lin Arin, now seven years old, trained tirelessly under High Immortal Bai's guidance. His progress had been remarkable, but a new challenge was about to emerge.
As Lin Arin practiced his sword forms, a figure appeared at the mountain's base. Mei Zhen, a young prodigy from the esteemed Skyward Sect, arrived with an entourage of senior disciples.
Mei Zhen's exceptional martial arts skills and arrogance sparked an instant rivalry with Lin Arin. Their initial encounter set the stage for a long-standing competition.
"You're the one they call the young master?" Mei Zhen sneered, eyeing Lin Arin's rustic attire. "You look more like a village boy."
Lin Arin's eyes narrowed. "I may not have your sect's fancy robes, but my skills speak for themselves."
The two young warriors clashed, their swords flashing in the morning light. Mei Zhen's techniques were refined, but Lin Arin's raw talent and determination held their own.
High Immortal Bai observed, impressed. "Mei Zhen, your skills are exceptional, but Lin Arin's potential is vast. This rivalry will drive them both to greatness."
As Mei Zhen departed, Lin Arin felt a burning desire to surpass his new rival.
"I'll show him my true strength," Lin Arin vowed to High Immortal Bai.
High Immortal Bai smiled. "Patience, young one. Your time will come."