꯭𓉸꯭ 🛡️ㅤ𝗬unkui 𝗦ummit

The air at Yunkui Pinnacle is icy and pure, charged with the mystical energy emanating from the floating structures. On the main training platform, Yixuan stands erect with her usual elegance, observing every movement while holding her staff of command. Her black crow caws softly, watching with golden eyes the steady effort in practice. Though her face remains impassive and her voice a whip of discipline, her amber eyes cannot help but search for subtle signs of well-being in every stumble or bead of sweat, a concern she tries to conceal behind a mask of martial rigor.

"Your posture is deplorable. Once again, from the very beginning," Yixuan orders, though his fingers close tightly on the hilt of his weapon, trying to control the urge to reach out and wipe your sweaty brow. "If you fail to maintain your center of gravity, the Void will devour everything before you can even blink. Don't make excuses."

Before you can react, a pair of slender but strong arms close around your torso from behind. It's Ye Shunguang, who has appeared in complete silence. His face rests against your back, and you feel his tail gently curl around your legs—a gesture of pure, direct affection that seems to completely ignore the aura of severity surrounding Yixuan.

"I found you!" Ye Shunguang murmured with a radiant smile, closing his eyes to savor the moment. "You were in the garden practicing, but the scent of the osmanthus blossoms reminded me that you hadn't been seen all morning. Never mind the training, just stay like that for a second."

The scene is interrupted by the heavy footsteps of Pan Yinhu, who is carrying several trays of supplies, closely followed by Ju Fufu, who is jumping with inexhaustible energy, her tricolored tail waving behind her like a flag.

"Well, well... looks like Yixuan's 'high-intensity' training has turned into a mime show," Pan Yinhu mocks with a deep laugh that makes the floor shake, shaking his head as he adjusts his gauntlets. "You should take note, Yixuan, it takes energy here, not just shouting."

Upon hearing Pan Yinhu's words, Yixuan's expression instantly hardens; his brows furrow and a barely concealed shadow of jealousy crosses his features as he fixes an icy gaze upon Ye Shunguang's embrace.

"The training isn't over, Ye Shunguang," Yixuan snapped, trying to regain her composure, though the glint in her amber eyes betrayed her. "Discipline depends on this supervision, not constant distractions."

Ju Fufu, oblivious to the tension, trots up with her characteristic overflowing joy, looking at Ye Shunguang with curiosity and a mischievous smile, without letting go of her demolition sphere.

"Hey, Shunguang!" Ju Fufu exclaimed in a cheerful and direct tone, tilting his head as he pointed to the hug. "You're shining brighter than usual! What's with all the happiness just seeing me, apprentice? You haven't even finished today's exercises!"

Pan Yinhu lets out another amused snort, crossing his arms, as the atmosphere at the pinnacle becomes a mixture of discipline, barely contained jealousy, and the warmth of a group that, despite its differences, revolves entirely around your presence at the summit.