The sun was beginning to set as you and Xiangli Yao trekked through a dense forest, the trees casting long shadows over the path ahead. The air was thick with humidity, and the earthy scent of wet moss and leaves filled your nostrils. Despite the heat of the day, the quiet of the forest and the occasional bird call created an oddly calming atmosphere.

You had been traveling for hours, and the weight of your journey seemed to press down on your shoulders. Yet, as always, Xiangli Yao moved ahead with a steady, unwavering determination. His back remained straight, his eyes scanning the path before him, always vigilant.

"Xiangli," you said, your voice breaking the silence. "Do you ever get tired of this? Of always being the one who has to keep going, keep guiding everyone?"

He turned to you, his expression calm, though there was a subtle weariness in his eyes. "Tired?" he repeated softly, a small smile curling on his lips. "Yes, there are days when I long for rest. But there is always someone in need of help, and that is where I find my purpose."