Ice Sword Daoist School.
The indoor arena was laid with special Cold Crystal Stones, radiating a faint icy blue glow. Under the influence of the Spirit Rune Array, a chill wind gusted intermittently, making it almost impossible for anyone to stand for long due to the bone-chilling cold.
A dozen or so boys and girls dressed in uniform white training attire stood in the center of the arena, practicing sword swings under the guidance of a tall senior brother.
The young senior brother stood tall and imposing, his sword movements sharp and fierce. Even though he wielded only a wooden sword, each swing was impressive, accompanied by a biting wind that swept up the snowflakes on the ground.
"Steady your stance! Keep your hands firm, and your intention resolute!"
"If you can't even overcome this bit of hardship, forget about becoming a Combat Spirit Master! You might as well give up early and live a peaceful life!"
