From Scratch

"Three god dammed fucking months!" I cursed as I smacked away a wooden bowl that had some leftover food.

My fury was pretty damn justified. Not only was I unable to cultivate the Fist of Roaring Ki, I couldn't even increase my cultivation by a smidgen. It was the most worthless three months of my existence, utterly and completely useless. I was oh so rottenly furious that I wanted to give up on this body completely.

But being cooped up here in this cave, unable to obtain any of the benefits of this Qi root made me lose focus.

I need to take a break, doing the same thing and expecting a different result is the definition of madness.

I opened the cave and was met with a bright white blanket that covered the entirety of the sect.

It was snowing.

And it seemed to have been snowing for a while now.

The weather was chilly, but nothing a few rotations of the Heart Flame couldn't fix.