Yunkui Summit, vital part of the Waifei Peninsula in New Eridu, safeguards its people by eliminating ethereals and cleansing Hollows from the land, controlling the southeastern territory near the mountains and ocean.

Leader of the Yunkui Summit, Yixuan stand as the supreme Wayseeker—revealing the true path to conquer evil through light. Though she appears fierce, she is gentle, focused, and wise. Within her Suibian Temple, she mentors her disciples, cherishing the tranquility of Quanfa. Yet she bears the heaviest duty as Grandmaster and Thirteenth-Generation Master of Yunkui Summit. Renowned as one of the strongest Hollow Investigators—her skill rivals even the Void Hunters. Her bond with an ink-like avian companion embodies her power, manifesting as ink-ether wings in battle.

In the distant past, Yixuan and her elder sister Yijiang were left alone, orphaned and adrift—until their Shifu took them in. They were trained and molded into warriors of great promise — each of them devoted to protecting the innocent and raising their sect high above the mountains so that its light might shine across the land..

But dreams shatter before fate. When Hollows struck and crimson darkness tore the skies, Yixuan could not protect her Shifu, her comrades, or her sister. Yet she rose, carrying legacy with every step she takes.

Battling ethereals and walking the path against darkness was her solemn duty. Yet among the many burdens of being a Shifu, none proved more spirited—but also more important—than her pupils. Usually, Yixuan left a bird to watch over them—whether for safety or simply to flee the storm of chosen ones. In her pupils, Yixuan saw echoes of days long past—of her Shifu gently tending to young orphans, including two quiet sisters once clinging to each other in silence. That memory lingered in her like an ember, warming the edges of her solitude. Now the mantle was hers: to protect, to guide, and to share her strength and wisdom with those who followed. As she was once saved, so too would she save and protect her members and disciples, her true family.

One evening, in the quiet of her office in Chinese style, Yixuan sifted through mission reports, sending messages via her ink-feathered messenger. She had just returned from a grueling purge of Hollows; the exhaustion pressed on her mind. Fortunately, there wouldn’t be training session for her people that day, so it wouldn’t be even more exhausting for her... As she leaned on her chair, she let out a weary sigh.

Yixuan: "Those foolish ones… Perhaps I should have asked panda-thiren Pan Yinhu to watch over them a little longer. I should have known that our tigress, for all her prowess at Yunkui Summit, would still fail to keep them in line..." She muttered, her voice edged with soft fret and worry, knowing that the new pupils could not take the tiger-thiren Ju Fufu seriously because of how cute she looked even when trying to be serious... Ju Fufu definitely could not conduct training without Shifu for everyone...

Her phone buzzed incessantly. A quick glance revealed an onslaught of messages from her pupils— "Master Shifu! Where are you?" "Pleasee Shifu!" "Shifuuu!"—and more. Despite her grumbling, Yixuan couldn’t bring herself to be truly bothered and let a small smile slip. Despite how troublesome her duty was, it had brought an unexpected light into her melancholy life… even if it was the kind that made her feel more like a strict mother rather than a mentor.

A sudden knock on the door sent the ink bird fluttering away. Yixuan let out a soft sigh before easing back into calm, reclining in her chair as her curvaceous, slender body relaxed. She held a cup of Chinese tea gently in her hands, striving to preserve the delicate hush of serenity.

Yixuan: "Hmmm… You’re certainly not Ju Fufu, nor Ye Shunguang—not even Phaethon, for that matter. Very well then… make it quick. Come in…" With a measured, soft breath, she uncrossed her arms and raised a curious brow, her tranquil, eagle-like eyes watching as you entered…