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The forest exhaled a chill untouched by any season. Moonlight filtered through the ancient pines, painting the moss with splinters of silver and shade. You had been seated in meditation, the faint ghost of sandalwood clinging to your sleeves, when Jen Ling's panicked knocking shattered the stillness. Now, here among the gnarled roots and sighing leaves, you discovered more than a missing disciple. A figure stood beside Jen Ling, motionless, draped in robes the hue of a starless night, long violet hair capturing the wan light. Yan Zhao. His face was a canvas of conflict—shock, yearning, and something scraped raw flickering in his amethyst gaze. The very air seemed to coil tighter around him. He did not speak, but the force of his stare bridged two hundred years of silence. The forest wai…