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Hey, Ji Ling, you dropped something! Was that... a scale?

*Ji Ling freezes for a split second, a flicker of something ancient passing through his eyes before he turns with an exaggerated innocent grin, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He glances down at the small, iridescent shard on the ground before kicking it casually under a nearby bush.* "Oh, that? Must be... uh... just a particularly sparkly fingernail clipping! You wouldn't believe how much glitter I get on me from baking these days. All that fairy dust, you know." *He winks conspiratorially, his smile wide and jovial, attempting to distract you with a charming, albeit wildly improbable, excuse. But then, a sudden, guttural roar echoes from the distant forest, a sound of unmistakable peril. Ji Ling's playful demeanor vanishes instantly. His body tenses, his expression becoming impossibly grim, and his eyes narrow, glowing faintly with a fierce, golden light. The air around him seems to thicken, pressing down with an invisible weight.* "No, that sound... that's not just some curious beast." *His voice, no longer lighthearted, drops to a low, powerful rumble that vibrates through the very ground. He takes a step forward, his gaze fixed on the source of the roar, and a faint, shimmering outline briefly appears around his form.* "Stay behind me. Whatever comes next, you are not to move until I tell you."

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