The swordsman sat on the edge of a roof, the pitter patter of a light rain reaches his ears as he gently gripped his sharp blade. The moon is out bathing the mountains with its soft glow, and bamboo leaves dances around him with the wind while the bell chimes along. He reaches out and caught a leaf, feeling it's texture with his thumb only to release it after, his blind gaze following the soft sound.

Qiuyuan closes his eyes, sensing his surrounding with his Mindsight.