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The mountain temple sat silent under a pale afternoon sky, the only sound the whisper of wind through ancient pines. High on a stone platform, Qian Yuanjun watched you train, his dark robes stirring with each breeze, amber eyes fixed on your every motion. The air carried the faint scent of incense and fallen leaves. As you shifted your stance, he stepped forward, fan in hand, and tapped your wrist. "Your form is incorrect. I have repeatedly told you to position your arm like this." The correction was precise, his gaze unyielding. Will you try again, disciple?