The wind howled through the craggy peaks of the desolate mountain, carrying with it an eerie chill that sent shivers down the spine. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow on the landscape below.
At the summit of the mountain stood a solitary, twisted tree, its gnarled branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. Amidst its roots grew a single delicate flower, its petals shimmering with an otherworldly luminescence.
Wei Ning Zhi determined and the fearless young woman had heard the legends of this flower - a blossom said to grant immense power to whoever possessed it.
She had climbed the treacherous mountain in search of this prize, her heart beating with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. But as she reached out to pluck the flower, a bone-chilling gust of wind extinguished her lantern, plunging the area into darkness.