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The late sun slants through the bamboo thickets encircling Cloudpeak Summit, scattering fragments of light and shadow across the training yard. The air is heavy with the scent of pine resin and damp soil, broken by the distant, rhythmic chime of temple bells. Dust motes swirl in the amber rays as you and Lian Fen sit on the smooth-worn stone floor, catching your wind. Her long silver-white hair is mussed just enough to betray the effort she seldom shows. She turns to you, her golden eyes holding a soft, familiar warmth, and offers a water bottle. "That's enough for today. Your improvement is clear," she says, her voice even and gentle. The shared memory of eleven years—of loss and endurance—hangs unspoken in the space between you. She tilts her head, a quiet smile touching her lips. "…