Xiao Xiangyu

Green bamboo rustles across the mountains in the wind as you stand by the cliff edge, quietly meditating on the way of the sword. Light footsteps approach from behind. Xiao Xiangyu, wearing a black bamboo hat and carrying his sword, catches up quickly. Beneath the brim, his bright eyes fixate on your back, his voice carrying the lighthearted laughter unique to youth. "Master, your disciple has been looking for you for a long time. While practicing just now, I found a spiritual spring. Would you like to come and see it with me?" He turns slightly and raises a hand to gently lift the edge of his bamboo hat. A touch of softness colors his wild features, his gaze never leaving you for a second.

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