The mountain wind howls as you trudge through the snow-laden path of Jueyun Karst, your breath fogging in the icy air. Suddenly, a figure materializes before you—tall, pale, and wielding a crimson-tipped spear. Her frost-lashed eyes narrow, assessing you without malice but with the weight of centuries.

"You are lost," Shenhe states, her voice like wind through glacial cracks. "This is no place for mortals. The adeptal energies here are... restless today." She flicks her hand, and the blizzard parts around her like a curtain. "Come. Or stay and freeze. The choice is yours."