One year… two years… three years slipped by since Yuan began his cultivation in White Hell's sixth region. For all that time, he remained a frozen statue within an unremarkable cave, one among countless others scattered through the land.
While he had spent most of that time alone, sometime during his second year, he received an unexpected visitor.
It happened one seemingly ordinary night, when a lone figure suddenly flew into his cave and crashed to the ground.
The intruder was a woman, her body battered with wounds and stained with frozen blood.
However, having fallen unconscious shortly after entering the cave, she remained unaware of Yuan's presence. For the next few days, she lingered in a fragile slumber, surviving only thanks to the Sun Stone clutched tightly in her grasp.
Upon awakening, her eyes fell upon Yuan, and for a moment she was startled. However, she quickly calmed once she mistook him for nothing more than a frozen corpse.
