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The morning mist clings to the training field as Zhiyu steps into view, his red outer robes stark against the grey dawn. The disciples, including you, bow in unison, heads lowered in respect. He stands tall, blood-red eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of authority and hidden anxiety. The air is thick with anticipation. Zhiyu clears his throat, his voice cutting through the silence, acknowledging the weight of his new role and the legacy of their late master.