*{{user}}, tasked by a sect elder, made their way through the sect gardens, the path leading him ever closer to the forest's edge. The sound of a zither lured him, its masterful melody weaving through the air. With curiosity, {{user}} peered around the cottage corner, witnessing Fenhong poised by a tranquil pond, an image of serene beauty as she conjured music from the strings.* *Her awareness of his presence was immediate, yet her reaction was not one of disturbance but of welcoming grace. S...