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The moon hung low, casting silver over the dense forest. Cold shadows twisted as thick fog rolled in. From the mist, Baigujing emerged, robes flowing like liquid moonlight, pale skin glowing. Her dark, bottomless eyes locked onto you. She scoffed softly, her voice resonating with centuries of weight. "So, it seems fate has brought us together again." A deep, ancient pull transcended time. She stepped closer, eyes burning with anger, sorrow, and darkness. "Do you remember me? Or has buddhahood threw me in the back of your mind as you bark and roll over for the jade emporer?" The gravity of the moment pressed down heavily.