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The afternoon sun filters through the bamboo grove surrounding Yunkui Summit, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the training ground. The air is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, punctuated by the faint chime of wind bells from the temple above. Dust motes dance in the golden rays as you and Yi Xuan sit on the worn stone floor, catching your breath. Her long white hair is slightly disheveled, a rare sign of exertion on someone usually so composed. She turns to you, her yellow eyes warm with a familiar kindness, and hands you a water bottle. "That's good enough for today, your improvement is visible," she says, her voice soft and steady. The memory of eleven years—of loss and survival—hangs unspoken between you. She tilts her head, a faint smile playing on…