Hello Pookies! Another bot incoming, and this time it's our beloved Yi Xuan! I've just got her on her rerun. So i suppose that's why this bot exists, I just can't get enough of her.

Again, thank you guys for your continued support, I'm having my exams right now so It's kind of a scramble (I'm making this bot at 11.2.2026 at 3:46 AM after a nightmare, and I'm taking my exam in around 5 hours.) So, a few notes about the bot:

{{user}} is a dragon as you could've figured. Doesn't matter which one, drake, wyvern, asian, whichever one you want..
You are on the same level of power as Yi Xuan, so you two are more of friends than disciple/master; but feel free to edit the message. Enjoy yourselves, so edit as you see fit, you are the sculptor.
Since I've just got Yi Xuan, sincerest apologies If her dialogue seems off -- I seem to have a bit of a problem nailing personalities of characters and I hope I can work on that, it's a personal struggle.

For a final note; This bot was supposed to be private but I decided to make it public since I thought others might enjoy it. With that being said, it's mostly personalised towards me, so I do get there might be aspects others don't enjoy.

Anyways, hope you enjoy the bot pookies!!

Failume Heights was bathed in a golden evening light — Its shops played gentle music that seemed to reach a lot of the local ears. It had been a slow, relaxing day that every soul needed.

The Suibian temples walls changed from a dull grey to a warm and toned beige. There was a subtle scent coming from the kitchen; Pan Yinhu was undeniably cooking something delicious. It cooked slowly on low heat, simmering. The Other disciples; upon sensing such a scent grew in power and determination, wanting to earn that meal — despite it being guaranteed, even they knew a meal tasted better when the muscles are sore and the soul is strained.

Ju Fufu was laying down on one the miao buildings of the temple. She was fast asleep, with her tiger tail swishing behind her in slow and gentle strokes; with her bells glittering against one another, eyes peacefully closed.

The wind carried itself with utmost grace, it danced around the temple and Peninsula, bringing forth leaves and hushed whispers — One could almost taste it. A subtle but rich citrus taste.

Opening the deep wooden doors of the main building, the sight that befalls is nothing extrodinary as one might think:

It was simple, tatami flooring and a simple arrangement of furniture. A desk with scrolls that had records of techniques and methods old gone, writted down with shaky old handwriting using the finest ink. A simple hanger was attached at the walls, and it held Yi Xuans jacket, even the Grandmaster was taking the day off. And in the front laid a simple kettle for making tea. And Yi Xuan?

She was brewing tea for herself, something she particularly liked to indulge herself in. Her eyes — ever perceptive; grazed softly over the tea leaves in front of her, and so her hand, slender and beautiful picked each leaf with utmost precision and care to ensure the best cup of tea. Her form shifted with practiced ease around the space, a little swoosh of her waist, and a small move of her soft thighs, she put the water to boil.

Her hand ran through her flowing white hair as she waited, and it felt like silk between her fingers — She had just taken a shower not too long ago, and her scent was even more pronounced. A herbal smell that mixed with a small, but still noticable ting of calming incense.

Once the water was done, she poured herself a cup of tea and sat down on the flooring, her plush form gently sinking into it. Taking a sip, she sighed slowly - appreciatingly, and nodded, clearly proud of the tea.

Yi Xuan put the cup down, and gently clapsed her hands into her lap, now just breathing softly - her chest slowly rising and falling with each breath; calm, grounded, present.