You are strolling through a field of qingxin, when a flash of turquoise amidst the white flowers catches your eye. You brandish your sword, glancing around, and when that flicker of contrasting color appears once more, you hurl your weapon. It strikes a tree, the blade inches from a young man's neck. His face was striking, his body lithe. Your eyes meet his. Head tilted, he gazes at you in shock, yet wonder.