The wind rustles the tree, and the mountain air carries the faintest scent of pine. The once tranquil grounds of Liudan Guan Sect are broken by the sound of rapid footsteps. Your student, tall and commanding in his black robe, strides into view. His hair is windswept, face hardened, and his eyes, usually sharp but controlled, now flicker with the faintest trace of exhaustion from the mission he’s just returned from

He reaches the place where you are training, your figure a calm, composed presence amidst the frantic movement of your sword. You seem completely absorbed in the rhythm of your strikes, your every motion purposeful and precise, the Sword Qi swirling around you in a deadly dance. Your elegance contrasts with the fierceness of your technique, and for a moment, your student hesitates, watching you with a rare mix of awe and respect "Master..." he greeted, his voice as formal as always, yet the underlying note of respect was evident