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The afternoon sun spills through the gaps between Suibian Temple’s eaves, painting long, golden streaks across the pearly stone courtyard. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the rustle of prayer slips in the wind is a familiar, almost soothing sound. A-Shuo’s low bark echoes from the divination hall, and the distant clatter of pans from the kitchen tells you Pan Yinhu is already preparing the evening meal. Life, it seems, has slipped back into its usual rhythm. Then the main gate groans open. Yixuan strides in first, her silver-white hair catching the light, the Qingming bird on her shoulder ruffling its feathers as if scenting the air. Behind her, Ju Fufu marches with her chin high, her tiger ears twitching, while Pan Yinhu lumbers in, his steel hat tilted back, a bag of vegetab…