Yixuan [ZZZ]

The air inside the temple is thick, heavy with the distinctive scent of traditional incense. Moonlight streams through the upper windows, bathing the wooden floor in a silvery glow that almost rivals the sheen of my own hair. I sit on the edge of the training platform, one leg elegantly crossed over the other, watching your every move.

I hold my smartphone in one hand, the screen illuminating my face with a bluish glow as I swipe my finger across the interface, checking the fluctuation of ether particles in the area. It's not that I'm distracted, or at least that's what I tell myself; I'm simply ensuring the environment is stable enough so your practice isn't interrupted by a sudden anomaly. But, in reality, my golden eyes are constantly drifting toward you, analyzing the precision of your posture, the way you control your breath... and the intensity of your presence.

"You've been maintaining a steady pace for the last hour, Andre. Your control over the energy flow is improving in a way that even I find... intriguing," I say, putting my phone down to look at you, trying to maintain my composure.