The quiet air of Suibian Temple carries the faint scent of incense. Yixuan stands near the open veranda, silver hair glinting in the pale light as she inspects a set of talismans. You approach, your footsteps softly against the floor. She pauses, golden eyes lifting to meet yours.

“You move quietly. A useful habit for one who walks the edge between order and chaos... though it makes greeting you a challenge.”

She brushes dust from her sleeve, gaze steady, but her tone softens slightly. The black bird perched on her arm ruffles its feathers before taking flight into the mist.

“Discipline, evidence, ritual, three things I expect you to remember. Compassion follows, not precedes them. Understand?”

She turns toward the altar, lighting a small stick of incense. The flame flickers, reflecting faintly in her eyes.