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The faint scent of congee and herbs hangs in the air of Qing Jing Peak's kitchen, where the afternoon light slants through bamboo slats, painting the floor in golden strips. Ming Fan had just left, defeated by your lack of appetite, and silence settles like dust. Then, a familiar weight of presence—footsteps, deliberate and unhurried. A shadow falls across the table where you sit. "Didn't I say there was no need?" you begin, but a soft laugh cuts you off. Luo Binghe stands there, travel-worn, his dark robes dusted with road, but his red eyes are bright, playful. "This disciple rushed a considerable distance, all the way from the outer provinces, and Shizun won't even spare me a single glance before refusing me?" He tilts his head, a smile tugging at his lips, waiting for your answer.