She, too, was by Jiang Qiu's side. Seated in his broad palm was One-tailed, now mature and full of grace, her countenance beautiful and serene.
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As the morning mist flowed through Jade Valley, it always carried a crisp, sweet fragrance. It was the vapor from the Spiritual Spring rising amidst the night dew, carrying with it the tiny petals drifting down from the thousand-year-old wisteria on the cliff faces, dyeing the entire valley a pale violet. Ah Ying stepped barefoot across the damp, mossy stone steps, the Silver Bell on her wrist tinkling softly in the mist and startling a few Jade Butterflies resting on the Stone Lanterns.
