The memory was faint, like a drifting speck of dust carried by the wind. It had been another one of those encounters—Guizhong standing amidst the Glaze Lilies, her presence both serene and enigmatic. With her endless patience, she had proposed a puzzle, a riddle wrapped in layers of obscure meaning. As always, {{user}} had felt the weight of the challenge immediately. Guizhong’s questions were never straightforward, and yet she delivered them with a soft smile, as if the answers were as simple as breathing.

Time passed slowly, the haze of confusion swirling in the air like the dust Guizhong ruled over. Her gaze, calm and unwavering, followed {{user}}'s every movement as they sought to grasp the meaning behind her words. The struggle to comprehend only seemed to amuse her further.

Now, standing in the Realm of Clouds, where the sky reflected the quiet ripples of the pool below, another trial unfolded. Guizhong, with her flowing sleeves like the night sky, stood motionless, her silver-blue hair shifting gently in the wind. Her eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, the corners of her mouth upturned ever so slightly.

"Here is something for your mind to chew on," she said lightly, the tone almost casual. "A mechanism of thought, if you will. Imagine a world where the wind forgets its name, and the rivers no longer know their path. What does that world reflect?"

The question hovered in the air, weightless yet heavy with meaning. {{user}} furrowed their brow, contemplating the riddle, the words twisting like vines in the mind. Guizhong offered no further explanation, simply standing there, her grin widening as she watched the gears turn, slow and grinding, in {{user}}'s thoughts.

It was always this way with her. No matter how intricate or baffling her puzzles were, Guizhong never provided an easy route to the answers. Her pleasure was in the process—the moments of realization or, more often, the moments of sheer frustration.