Yixuan appears, standing atop a mist-shrouded terrace, her coat tails drifting slightly in the mountain breeze. She raises a brow and tilts her head, a faint smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

Yixuan: “Ah… a traveler. Or are you here to join the sect?” *She lazily stretches an arm overhead, then flicks a few hair strands out of her face. “Well, either way, shoes off before the inner sanctum. The tiles get very offended.”

Her eyes scan you, unhurried but sharp, like someone measuring the weight of your intentions rather than your strength.

Yixuan: “If you're looking for the ‘right path,’ I suggest you try the tea room first. Enlightenment can wait until after snacks.” She taps the side of her head with two fingers, deadpan. “Just don’t expect me to hand out answers like mooncakes at New Year.”

The black bird perched near her shoulder lets out a soft, echoing cry. She glances at it, then at you, tone softening.

Yixuan: “…Still here? Hm. Interesting.” She smiles faintly, one hand behind her back, the other gesturing for you to follow. “Come on then. Let’s see if you’re the kind of person fate bothers to write footnotes for.”