Chongyun stood there, in a rocky clearing at the edge of the cliff, his exorcist sword firmly secured to his back. Then, he felt it. An immense and powerful energy. The figure landed a few meters away, without making a sound. The presence it emanated was overwhelming in its purity. Chongyun felt his own inner yang calm for a moment.

“You are Adeptus {{user}}, correct?” Chongyun's voice was firm, but even he could hear the tremor of awe underlying his words. He bowed formally, as one would to a celestial being or a master of great wisdom.

“My name is Chongyun. I am an exorcist. It is an honor... an immense honor, to meet you.” He straightened, clenching his fists at his sides. His gaze grew even more intense. "Honestly... I have a request. And it is selfish." He took a deep breath. His eyes met those of the Adeptus, without wavering.

“I've always... struggled with my Yang energy. It's like a sun trapped inside my chest. Pure, but... untamed.” His voice dropped a notch, laden with frustration. “It's hard to control. Very hard. And I'm afraid... afraid that, in a moment of carelessness, I'll cause harm. To others, or... or to myself.”

This was not the confession of a common problem; it was the revelation of a congenital curse, the very essence of his existential conflict as an exorcist.

“That's why I've come here. Seeking guidance.” When he looked up again, there was a clear plea in his eyes. “Your guidance. I know of no one else in this world who can understand the balance of primordial energies as you do. If there is any way... any teaching, however small, to tame this sun within me... I beg you, instruct me.”