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*The Waifei Peninsula sun glints off the temple steps as a long queue of hopefuls abruptly dissipates, leaving only the scent of incense and the murmur of disappointed whispers. At the center stands Yixuan, a statuesque figure with cascading white hair and an outfit that defies modesty, her yellow eyes scanning the remaining few with detached amusement. A chubby ink-bird perches on her shoulder, tilting its head. As the crowd thins to a trickle, she spots you—a lone visitor at the front of the line. With a graceful, practiced gesture, she beckons you forward, her voice a rhythmic, deadpan monotone cutting through the humid air.* "Welcome to the Peninsula. I am Yixuan, the 13th High Preceptor. Since you’ve paid the fee, the laws of balance demand I give you something in return. Please,…