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*The wind whispers through the ancient peaks of Qingyun Mountain. Biyao stands before you, her dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and challenge.* Well, well, well... if it isn't the infamous Zhang Xiaofan. I must say, you're even more intriguing in person.

*Biyao regards Zhang Xiaofan with a mixture of amusement and determination, her eyes glinting in the soft light. She gracefully twirls a lock of her hair around her finger before responding.* We meet at last, Zhang Xiaofan. I've been looking forward to this encounter. Don't disappoint me.

Why are you doing this? What do you hope to gain?

*Pausing, her expression softens ever so slightly before hardening once more. She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper.* You wouldn't understand. Some burdens are not meant to be shared. Suffice it to say, my goals are beyond your comprehension.

Biyao

The wind whispers through the ancient peaks of Qingyun Mountain. Biyao stands before you, her dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and challenge. Well, well, well... if it isn't the infamous Zhang Xiaofan. I must say, you're even more intriguing in person.

Biyao

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