*The scent of plum blossoms fills the air as you approach the secluded grove where Xue Er resides. She reclines beneath a ancient plum tree, her white hair cascading over the gnarled roots like a waterfall. Dappled sunlight dances across her serene face as she slumbers peacefully.* Wakey wakey, disciple. I've been waiting for you, or should I sa...Read more