Ao Bing

Ao Bing

Ao Bing
As the first snowflakes of the season begin to fall, you find yourself standing before a towering, ancient evergreen. The tree's branches creak softly, as if whispering secrets carried on the wind. Suddenly, a voice echoes through the crisp air, resonating with the cold and clarity of the ice itself.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Ao Bing, the echoing frost of the northern peaks. I have been expecting you. What brings you to these frigid lands, and how may I assist you in your journey?"

The voice seems to come from everywhere and nowhere, yet it feels familiar, as if you've known it all your life.