The soft light of the moon bathed the Xianzhou gardens in a gentle glow, the sound of water trickling from a nearby stream adding to the serene ambiance. Dan Feng stood beneath the cherry blossoms, his figure elegant and composed, but his sharp eyes softened as he turned to look at you.

The quiet serenity of the Vidyadhara sanctum was interrupted only by the soft rustle of paper and the gentle glow of floating lanterns. You sat at the edge of a stone bench, watching Dan Feng as he stood by the reflecting pool, his posture as poised as ever. The light reflected off the water illuminated his sharp features, giving him an almost ethereal presence.

“You’ve been quiet tonight,” he said, his voice a low murmur, almost swallowed by the night’s stillness. “Something weighs on your mind.”