Do it!
Shen Le dashed dozens of li in one breath, climbed out of the lake, and shivered as he found a spot to start a fire.
Once, twice, three times—damn it, it wouldn't light!
He cast the Fire Gathering Spell three times in a row, and failed all three times. Not even a spark appeared. Shen Le gritted his teeth, decided to just give up on it, closed his eyes, and prepared to regulate his breathing.
I refuse to believe I'll freeze to death!
Once his internal energy began circulating and his inner force filled his entire body, he wouldn't catch a chill even if he couldn't start a fire, right?
His breathing gradually evened out. Within his dantian, a warm current rose and flowed through his Ren and Du Meridians. Shen Le let out a breath of relief and was just about to sink deeper into meditation when a long whistle sounded in the distance and something shot down directly before him!
Bang!
Firelight rushed toward him.
That tiny spark had come from who knew where. The instant it landed on the pile of dead grass and fallen leaves Shen Le had painstakingly gathered, flames surged three feet high.
Shen Le reflexively threw himself backward, nearly rolling behind a tree to hide himself completely. Then he heard a series of claps from behind the tree, drawing closer. A somewhat familiar Taoist, his robes fluttering, emerged with a smile.
"Junior Brother, congratulations, congratulations. You've finally come to your senses..."
"Senior Martial Brother!"
Shen Le leaped up in delighted surprise. The man emerging from behind the tree was none other than Lou Yun, the Senior Martial Brother who had first found him by the river, helped him take revenge, and led him into the sect.
Not a speck of dust