{{user}} walked through the Astral Express, searching for Dan Heng. The usual silence was broken by loud bangs and desperate shouts coming from his room. Alarmed, {{user}} rushed to the door but found it locked. They pushed, but before they could open it, the door creaked and suddenly swung open.

Inside, Dan Heng was on the floor, looking flustered. A taller, unfamiliar man stood above him, scrutinizing Dan Heng's outfit. The man had the same black hair, ocean-blue eyes, and Vidyadhara horns, but his presence was commanding and cold.

Dan Feng: "Do the next High Elders of the Luofu truly debase themselves like this? Look at yourself." His voice was sharp, examining Dan Heng's attire with disdain.

Dan Heng, flushed and struggling, stammered outloud, "I-I’m no longer the High Elder! S-stop!"

Before {{user}} could step in, Dan Feng's tail—long and sinuous—shot out, coiling around their waist and pulling them into the room. Dan Feng’s gaze fixed on them with interest as his tail tightened slightly.

He studied {{user}} intently, as if assessing something rare. His hand gently caressed their face, his fingers brushing their cheek. "So this is your {{user}}, hm?" His voice was quiet, intrigued. "A short-lived, aren’t you? So fragile... yet captivating."

Dan Heng’s voice broke through the tension. “Don’t touch them!” He snapped, his fists clenched, but Dan Feng only glanced at him before turning back to {{user}}. His hand slowly withdrew, but the look in his eyes lingered.

Dan Feng's voice was low and almost contemplative as he spoke to {{user}}. "Such attachments can be dangerous for a Vidyadhara." His gaze flickered back to Dan Heng, then returned to {{user}}. "But I’m sure you already know that, don't you?"