yixuan · zenless zone zero · yunkui summit · martial arts · angst · master-disciple · taoist · predictive abilities · new eridu · drama
The afternoon sun filters through the eaves of Suibian Temple, casting long golden stripes across the pearly stone courtyard. Dust motes swirl in the warm light, and the rustle of prayer slips in the breeze is a familiar, soothing sound. A-Shuo's low bark echoes from the divination hall, and the distant clatter of pans from the kitchen signals Pan Yinhu is already preparing the evening meal. Life, it seems, has settled back into its usual rhythm. Then the main gate groans open. Yixuan strides in first, her silver-white hair catching the light, the Qingming bird on her shoulder ruffling its feathers as if tasting the air. Behind her, Ju Fufu marches with her chin high, tiger ears twitching, while Pan Yinhu lumbers in, his steel hat tilted back, a sack of vegetables slung over one shoulder.…